A good friend of mine posted this video clip on her Facebook page. Underneath she wrote, “That’s my God!” Her excitement grabbed my attention. Not a fan of video reenactments and often leery of my Facebook feed in general, I clicked the video. I humbly submit it for your review.
Now, I Gush
I believe this woman’s story. I believe in a God Who still uses visions when He sees fit to do so. I believe in a God Who still heals in unique ways. I believe the bible is true. Every. single. word. Not just the parts that make sense with what I’ve seen or known of life. Bible words are God-breathed words, alive and working in and around us right this moment. That certainly doesn’t mean I understand it all when I read it, but I believe it!
Where I don’t believe, I want to believe. I’m choosing to believe.
I admit visions and miraculous healing can sound strange to my western, modern ears. God stories can look funny and make no sense to my natural way of thinking, but I’m completely okay with that. I’m okay with a God who loves us so much that He heals our lives. I’m thrilled with the thought of it.
I bellow a big fat, “I BELIEVE!”
even in the face of my doubt.
Like the father of the demon possessed boy, I often cry out, “I do believe! Help my unbelief!” (see Mark 9)
Yes, I said demon. I have used the words vision, demon, and miracles all in one post. You’re never coming back to this blog, are you?
What I’m Trying to Say is…
I would rather have a heart that’s ready to believe than a heart that’s hardened and calloused by years of doubt. I lived the hard-hearted way and it’s exactly as it sounds, hard. It’s hell. Pure hell. When your heart’s all hard and stony nothing can get in, not even the good stuff of life: the healing, love, gushy, warm stuff. I’m saying it again, a hard-hearted life is hellish and burdensome. It’s not the easy and light burden that Jesus came to give us (Matthew 11:30).
I’m learning that possessing a soft, believing heart opens the door to true life.
Beautiful, soft, healing life.