Faith is a funny thing. The minute I need it, I ask God for it and hope all of my physical needs will be met and all the anxious feelings will go away. Sometimes it feels like faith is not given; it’s grown. Like a seed put in the ground, the object that is planted must die and soak into its rich soil so that something greater can come from the inside. It’s easy to wish faith were like the fruit—juicy and satisfying, providing a temporary satisfaction. But no, faith is like the seed. It must die to self and stay hidden, as it is planted in soil. It must draw from its surroundings over time and allow something new to come on the inside. The seed must die so that it can produce something bigger than itself.
Faith is like taking up the tools around you and working towards something you believe to be true. Even if it looks impossible and there’s no way to accomplish this on my own strength, faith is what’s inside saying, “Keep going!” I wish I could say this process of preparation for the World Race is easy. I wish I could tell you that I knew exactly how it would all be paid for. But I keep remind myself that this trip was so much more of God’s idea than mine, and that if He leads me down this path, He will sustain me to not only finish but thrive in the journey.
