I’m having one of those days when I contemplate every move I make. I’m searching frantically for evidence of Christ’s approval. I’m desperate to reach a place where streams of confirmation flow powerfully. I want peace to flood my soul. Today, I’m not happy about blind faith. Like an overly spoiled child, I want my faith to have sight – As in perfect 20/20 vision. No ophthalmology visits required.
Even right now as I’m writing God is whispering, “If your faith is in me, your faith does have sight. If I am truly your faith, then there are no worries. I have perfect vision. I know the course of your life. I was there when you drew your first breath; I will be there when you draw your last. Resist your flesh. Trust Me.” His eyes are SO much better than mine…
My attitude is known to dance on a very fine line consisting of complete trust, and anxiety-ridden temper tantrums. These little fits of mine feel completely natural to my flesh, yet cause my soul conviction.
Someone once said to me, “Conviction is a beautiful gift. It serves as a reminder to stay on a godly path.” I hold those words dear.
Even though I’m compelled to give in to the temper tantrums my flesh would love me to 
take, I won’t. I’m going to stand strong. Today, I admit, I’m unable to dip my feet in the streams of confirmation. But I can submerge them in the deep waters of faith – My God, My Father, My Jesus, My Redeemer, My beginning, My End…
I’m going to swim in faith, and regardless of whatever this flesh may or may not want to do… TOUGH! I bow to my God, not to my flesh.
Hebrews 11:1
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. (N.K.J.V.)
Are you dancing on the fine line with me?
