What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
I’ve made some boo boos in the past, where I’ve left my purse at home. At least these days, if you have your phone with you, you have the option of cashless payments. It is pretty cool!
In the past, I’ve had to call a friend or two to come rescue me. Had it not been for these good Samaritans, leaving the car park I was in would’ve been a challenge as we needed to pay by cash or coins.
In light of these experiences, it’s easy to think that either my purse or my phone are the most important things for me to carry around with me. Yet, they aren’t!
My faith is. My faith is grounded in Jesus. He is my Lord and Saviour. He is my all.
I recognise that I might sound flighty saying that all I need is my faith. However, it is true. I don’t base this on some magical tricks or emotional manipulation. Quite the contrary.
I base my faith on what I read in the Bible. Often the veracity of the Bible is in itself called into question. Better researchers and writers than I am have written good and cogent arguments about why it is reliable.
I’ve read some of the arguments against the reliability of the Bible as well as these arguments in favour of and I trust the latter.
Faith is a gift from God- so we are told (Ephesians 2: 8-9). It is a gracious gift too, because it saves. The reminder is that we are saved by faith and not by our works.
My faith is often weak. It is often full of doubt. It’s also not always fed the right things. Thankfully, the object of my faith- Jesus, is strong. He is all wise and all knowing. There’s no doubt in Him. He’s the bread of life. My faith needs to be fed on Him.
Because the object of my faith is immovable, my faith is strong. I can see why sometimes friends tell me this. Yet, it is a gift. It isn’t something I have earned or saved up for. I am eternally grateful for this, because my faith really does need an anchor.
It is this faith that sustains me. Sometimes when I go out, I forget it’s with me. These are trying times. I feel threatened by someone’s words or actions, a situation brings me down, and feelings of hopelessness and helplessness seem to wrestle for command at the helm.
I’m always thankful when in the midst of this turmoil, I remember this faith that I carry. I remember it leads me to the supreme God, who amazingly, cares for me – despite the smallness of myself and my world.
There is nothing that I would say is more important than this. I believe I need to empty my pockets to make space for my faith. I should let it grow. Really, it is all I need when I consider all things 🙏🏾
Grace for the soul 