Many things have happened to me recently, including being accepted as a good reader by my little friend Charis, as you see above, and being rejected as an actress by the Playhouse Christmas carol production. I haven’t written an interesting domestic newsflash in a long time. That’s because I cannot catch stylish writing from creative winds long enough to harness it into words very often, neither can I pull the inspirational rabbit dependably from a black silk hat.
Modern dictionaries define ‘faith’ as devotion to a person or idea without demanding proof.
Amity has faith in the humorous idea that God will always favor her with parking spaces closest to the wal-mart door. She hasn’t given up since the idea accidentally formed a few years ago when we saw a popular tv evangelist try to convince the camera that God was full of favors. This afternoon came a crisis in Amity’s faith.
She and I were appointed to do some major grocery shopping. We stocked up on everything today, including popcorn bags since Dad blessed our kitchen with a microwave (those who know us realize that this is a big deal!)
We rolled through the parking lot, looking for Amity’s favor, but it was wasn’t there. Other people took the front, ‘favored’ spaces right as we approached. Amity scanned the cars. She gave up.
‘Cursed,’ she decided, turning into a inferior space. ‘is the opposite of ‘favor.’
Just then a car backed out in front of us leaving an empty park in front, and Amity pulled in confessing she had almost given up on her faith.
It is a matter of faith to believe that God works things together for the good of those He loves and who love Him. Though I do not make the character cast in a play, or run into the hanging gossamer home of a fat spider, or fumble over the fast notes of Clair de Lune, or sigh over my dying herb plant, I do know it all works together in the Father's goodness and love, so I may even take joy in them.
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