Amidst the hurry and scurry of this week, a new friend stopped me in my track. Sounding congratulatory she uttered to me, “Wow, you possess blind Faith!”. Totally confusing her, I replied, “Nope, it’s impossible for my Faith to be blind, but often my trust is blind.”. Therein began a soul reflecting conversation.
From the time I was a little child, I’ve known God’s presence – not just His existence but His presence. I grew up talking to God. Often times, this was because God cared and made time to listen when the world felt my little girl, chubby, awkward being was not only a never was but, also, a never would be. God was never a fairy godfather to me. He was, and is, my very own Father God.
I firmly believe in God, and my Faith in God is never blind. For as long as I can remember, I’ve seen God active in my life. My Faith is in whom I know and love and in whom knows and loves me. Thus, in no way is my Faith blind, nor is it capable of being blind.
Trust, however, must be (and is) at times blind. Trust is the limb (anchored offshoot) that branches from the trunk of Faith. In honesty, trust is found in what currently cannot be seen. Trust is not in God, but in what God can, might and will do. If we could see trust, then there would be no need to even have trust. Trust can be built upon what we have seen in the past, but every time trust is needed, it is because we cannot see what is currently needed, prayed for and hoped for. Trust is blind.
Because my Faith is not blind, my trust does not need sight to believe. Maybe, I’m splitting hairs here, but as God’s heir to heaven, my journey back home is navigated by seeing Faith and blind trust. For me, in view of this rests my peace and joy. The eyes of my soul see God enabling my heart to blindly trust my Heavenly Father to guide, guard and deliver me beyond all I cannot see.
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 