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Faith
Whoosh.
Two rubber tires careen downhill on loose gravel. Six year old legs pump faster and faster. Handlebars turn sharply right, rocks spray into air. Front tire connects with tree. Little girl gets pinned under heavy metal bike.
I lay there, watching my skinned knees start to bleed. I could see my father at the window, talking on the phone. I called out to him.
He still stood there. Oblivious. Looking my direction, but not seeing me.
I called out, crying. I knew he would come running, as soon as he saw me. I knew that about my daddy. I had faith in him. That he would drop everything to take care of me if he only knew I was in trouble. I had faith in him because I knew he loved me. Because I had past experience with him.
Faith. It means believing in something even though I don’t see it happening right now. It means having a little bit of trust. Choosing to hope. I hoped my daddy would come, and I trusted him to protect me. That translated into faith.
Faith is really based on experience, even though it has to be blind. It trusts something I can’t see because I have experienced it.
Suddenly, I saw a look of panic in my father’s eyes. He saw me there by the tree, under the bike. He dropped the telephone, and came running – just like I knew he would. My faith was proved by his actions.
I’m like that with God sometimes. I have faith – because I trust Him from past experience. Faith is a good thing. It gives me hope.
Two rubber tires careen downhill on loose gravel. Six year old legs pump faster and faster. Handlebars turn sharply right, rocks spray into air. Front tire connects with tree. Little girl gets pinned under heavy metal bike.
I lay there, watching my skinned knees start to bleed. I could see my father at the window, talking on the phone. I called out to him.
He still stood there. Oblivious. Looking my direction, but not seeing me.
I called out, crying. I knew he would come running, as soon as he saw me. I knew that about my daddy. I had faith in him. That he would drop everything to take care of me if he only knew I was in trouble. I had faith in him because I knew he loved me. Because I had past experience with him.
Faith. It means believing in something even though I don’t see it happening right now. It means having a little bit of trust. Choosing to hope. I hoped my daddy would come, and I trusted him to protect me. That translated into faith.
Faith is really based on experience, even though it has to be blind. It trusts something I can’t see because I have experienced it.
Suddenly, I saw a look of panic in my father’s eyes. He saw me there by the tree, under the bike. He dropped the telephone, and came running – just like I knew he would. My faith was proved by his actions.
I’m like that with God sometimes. I have faith – because I trust Him from past experience. Faith is a good thing. It gives me hope.
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