When you’re walking through the valley, sometimes it is enough to know that there are mountaintops. Faith, by the definition offered in Hebrews 11:1, is confidence in the things we hope for but can’t see.
I’m not worried about my valley. Life happens in the valleys. Evangelism happens in the valleys. Faith happens in the valleys. I trust that there is a mountaintop in my future. I don’t need to see it now to know that my turn will come.
Today I was blessed by a Kairos closing ceremony. I don’t think it’s possible to attend a Kairos closing without being blessed by the experience. It’s unfortunate that there are some whose attitude might detract from the experience but today I thankfully wasn’t affected by that. Listening to the Kairos participants talk is all about listening to the voices calling from the mountaintop. They are swimming in love, glowing with grace and glory, overflowing with the Spirit. It’s a beautiful thing.
My friend Bernie reminded me that my blog was moldering in the valley. Yes, I’ve been busy. Busy with work. Busy with world travel. Busy with weak attempts at this year’s NaNoWriMo. Busy with working out. Busy with playing the piano. Busy with the valley.
I drove to/from the Bartlett state jail in my ’99 Mustang convertible, top down, hair flying…and I enjoyed my freedom. I enjoyed knowing that there will be better days. That’s my faith, and I’m living it.