Though I'd like it to be different, my belief in God is often so very limited. My theoretical, theological faith is different than my operational, daily belief. One of the places that's evident is in my lack of prayer. Functionally, I'm not sure if He'll come through even in my best moments, and I'm sure He won't in my worst. There are times, however, when He doesn't leave me with another thing I can do, yet He won't let the burden off of my heart regardless of how I try to distract myself. I'd love to report that in these times, my prayer life grows rich and strong, but even then it is so very feeble.
He came through this time. Unmistakably. So clearly that even I can see and hear; so specifically to my burden that I know He is in this. The countdown has stopped (or at least He hit the snooze bar).
I am in awe, searching for the words to praise Him. They won't be enough.
The road ahead is uncertain, but likely filled with twists and turns, ups and downs. Yet I will build an altar here, in this place and time, as the men of old did, to mark that He was here for me. He has done a mighty thing. Blessed be the name of the Lord!
