Lydia’s bedtime routine:
*Reading with the big kids and dad.
*Two songs and a prayer with mom.
*And then our bedtime chant of–
“Goodnight.
Sleep tight.
Wake up bright,
in the morning light,
to do what’s right
with all your might!”
But a few nights ago she added her own
theologically-sound-volume-enhanced-concluding-plea:
“Oh God, will ya’ please help us?”
Isn’t that the way it truly is?
“If you love me, you will keep my commandments.”
~John 14:15
“…for apart from Me you can do nothing.”
~John 15:5
Faith That Walks
Was it their faith–or the marching
That crumbled those walls of Jericho?
Walking faith that moves.
Shout, for the Lord has given you the city.
Was it his faith–or the altar building
That brought Abraham’s thicket ram?
Painful faith that trusts.
On the mount of the Lord it shall be provided.
Was it their faith–or the hidden baby
That saved Moses to lead God’s people?
Brimming reed-basket of faith.
I have come down to deliver them.
Was it their faith–or the Red Sea steps
That drove back those walls of water?
Believing footprints of faith.
For the Lord fights for them.
Was it her faith–or the red rope dangling
That spared Rahab and her family?
Scarlet streaming faith.
And she has lived in Israel to this day.
Faith without works–
Is dead.
Useless.
A diseased fruitless tree.
And the fig tree withered at once.
Not deeds–
That justify.
For only Grace redeems.
But in all this…
A faith that does.
A faith that acts.
A faith that abides.
A faith that cries out:
I believe; help my unbelief.
And so–
I will reach for the fringe of His garment.
With grasping faith.
Trusting in
The giver of Faith.
Help me to
Walk–
My faith.
Clinging to
The One
Who is faithful.
~Kara Chupp
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