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What is Faith?

November 6, 2014 · In: devotional

He looked up at me with those ocean deep blue eyes, he knew I was terrified to let him go, but mostly, he was terrified that I wouldn’t let him go. I closed my eyes and let out a big sigh — I could hear my mother in the back of my head, you know we used to let you do it when you were little, paybacks are awful. I opened an eye to see if he had, by some miracle, stopped looking at me and moved on…but I knew better. This little boy of mine could not think of anything better than to ride granddad’s tractor, but he had the wrong shoes on, slippery as all get out, and this was granddad’s old tractor, not the plush new enclosed one.

My grandfather could tell I was screaming on the inside, as he grabbed Jr’s shoulder and said, “c’mon boy, you’ll be just fine.” It’s always better when other people make decisions for me, but the only thing I could do is whisper, “be careful.”

You see, it wasn’t the fact that I didn’t trust my grandfather’s ability. It was the simple fact that I was terrified something awful would happen to my one and only baby, and mommy wouldn’t be there to save him.

As the engine started and I watched them disappear over the hill, my chest tightened, my heart pounded in my head, and I remember feeling this overwhelming feeling only a very few times in my entire life. I stood on the front porch, grabbed my chest and closed my eyes. I could still hear that engine driving about the farm, and I cringed every time it hit a bump or a dip in the soft summer ground, and the engine dipped into a lull just a little.
I knew that if I didn’t get my emotions under control quickly, they would ruin me, and they would ruin the entire experience for my grandfather and son. Another sigh settled deep into my lungs as I whispered to myself, I am helpless, I cannot control this, protect him and give me peace — I place him completely in Your hands, I trust You.

 

My eyes opened and I instantly felt peace. I could tell that my human body was still confused, but my spirit literally soared with peace and understanding. And in that moment I realized, this is faith.

It wasn’t that I didn’t understand faith and how it worked, but I understood it from a human standpoint, not a spiritual one. On that day, and every other day I had felt that way, I realized that there wasn’t one single thing I could do to save my child if something were to happen to him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And in that weakness, in that brokenness, instead of  praying about it and hoping for the best, I literally knew that I was helpless and that my child’s life and fate completely relied on the fact that he rested in the hands of my almighty Jesus.

Did you get that?

I realized that there was absolutely nothing within my own strength and power that I could do to save him…to heal him….to protect him. Even a simple prayer was not the answer. Prayers filled with words are useless, but prayers filled with brokenness and the realization that I am not God, are powerful.

I’ve heard it said once, that if you think you have enough faith when you’re praying, then you probably don’t. I never understood that saying until I experienced situations like these. It’s funny, because I’ve actually looked at a mountain and told it to move, knowing I had lots of faith that God could move it, and it didn’t. But didn’t the Bible say I could do that? Of course, I wouldn’t suggest doing that — besides the fact that there was no reason for the mountain to move, I was simply just “playing around”. But what about deeper issues?

I have prayed for people countless amounts of times — for financial blessing, for redemption, for healing — and they’ve never seen the bright end of the tunnel. But I had enough faith, didn’t I? I thought I did, I mean, a mustard seed isn’t that big at all. It should be pretty easy to have faith, right?

The biggest issue with faith is that we over think it. The moment you wonder, do I have enough faith to heal this person, is the moment when faith simply crumbles. Do I have enough faith to get through this rough patch in my marriage? Do I have enough faith that our needs will be provided? Do I have enough faith that my child will be healed of cancer? Do I have enough faith…..

There’s also that feeling of not doubting yourself, and having too much pride. That, I have enough faith because Jesus told me I could heal the sick and raise the dead. And that’s totally true, He did say that. But please do not confuse your self righteousness with humble faith. While we’re told through out scriptures that we’ll do everything Jesus did and more, we must remember that we are not Jesus. Jesus was God in human form. He is all knowing, all powerful, all holy and righteous. We are not, contrary to what you may believe.

So we have two extreme’s here — the person who prays and doubts their faith or is curious about their faith, and the person who prays with pride and self righteousness.

Neither are faith.

faith
n.1. Confident belief in the truth, value, or trustworthiness of a person, idea, or thing.2. Belief that does not rest on logical proof or material evidence. See Synonyms at belief, trust.3. Loyalty to a person or thing; allegiance: keeping faith with one’s supporters.4. often Faith Christianity The theological virtue defined as secure belief in God and a trusting acceptance of God’s will.5. The body of dogma of a religion: the Muslim faith.6. A set of principles or beliefs.

 
My favorite definition is the first one. The definition that faith isn’t a feeling or an action. Faith is the absolute confident belief in the truth, value, or trustworthiness of a person, idea, or thing. Faith is the absolute confidence in God…in Christ. Because faith is simply empty words without Him. Faith doesn’t resound through the church hallways when it is a prayer that is recited or practiced. Faith isn’t something you just “have”. Faith is a complete surrendering of yourself, your idea’s, your feelings, and your motives…to Christ. Completely.
 
You can’t think about it. You can’t over think it. You just do it, because in that moment you realize you are completely helpless. That moment when you realize that medicine isn’t making your child any better. That moment when you realize all the natural herbal remedies in the world aren’t curing your husbands illnesses. That moment when you realize that your mother isn’t going to pull through this cancer no matter how much you pray for her.
Brokenness is beautiful, because when you are broken…when you realize you can’t do it. And I mean really truly realize that it is completely out of your control, even the simplest of things….that is where true faith lies. That is where total surrender of your will and your “I can fix this” attitude happen, and without thinking about it, faith happens.

Listen, bad things happen to good people. Does it mean they didn’t have faith? No, not always. We have to remember that God is all knowing, and sometimes we suffer the human consequences of our own free will choices. We live in a broken world with broken people where sin is rampant. And we also have to remember that sometimes a journey of illness or death can impact someone else’s life for His kingdom. Sometimes, we have to be ok with that.

I’ve known some pretty incredible people who have fully surrendered to God and haven’t seen their family members healed or saved. But, I know I’ve prayed for people and not had faith. I’ve put all of my emotion into it, cried out to God almighty, and felt pain in my heart like never before….and nothing happened. I’ve prayed for people with empty words or words that just came to mind. I’ve prayed for people the way I think Jesus would have prayed for people…..and absolutely nothing happened.

But when that tractor started back up the hill on its way home, and that little boy gave me the biggest hug….

When that doctor told me that my son had almost completely outgrown asthma and he should be as good as new within the next year…..

When my doctor looked at me and said, “we were scared at first, but it looks like the second biopsy came back perfect”…

When my Ob/Gyn said “his heart beat has dropped tremendously and we have to get him out immediately”, and he came out wailing and swinging….

…faith.

Because in every single one of those moments, I didn’t pray an elaborate prayer of fancy words and holiness.

Because in every single one of those moments, I barely prayed a prayer at all. In fact, the only words I was ever able to utter were these….

I cannot do this. I cannot control this, not even the smallest of parts. I am broken, and I simply want to curl up in your lap and weep. I trust in You, as I completely place this in your hands…..I am nothing. I can do nothing.  You are God, and I will praise You through it. I TRUST YOU.

But the biggest and hardest part was not picking it back up. Because once you surrender something, it is no longer yours….ever.

Faith isn’t a thought, isn’t an emotion, isn’t a way of living. Faith is the complete and utmost realization that God is God, you are man, and that nothing is possible without placing it in His hands…completely. I know that I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, but I cannot do them on my own. I cannot control it. I cannot heal it. I cannot make it happen. That’s God’s job, not mine. I am simply a vessel that He uses, and sometimes, I’m just a mama who needs to place her control into His hands, and never take it back….

That is faith.

By: Amy K. Fewell · In: devotional · Tagged: bible study, devotional, faith, what is faith

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The headline sounds revolutionary: “Trump Signs Or The headline sounds revolutionary: “Trump Signs Order to Help Ranchers Bypass USDA-Inspected Processing Facilities.”

But what does the executive order actually do?

It directs the USDA to:

• Investigate unfair or monopolistic practices in the meatpacking industry.

• Review regulations and remove unnecessary reporting and overly prescriptive inspection requirements where current law allows.

• Expand cooperative inspection programs that let qualifying state-inspected processors sell meat across state lines.

• Provide training and technical assistance to small processors.

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• Report within 60 days on the laws preventing state-inspected or custom-exempt meat from entering interstate commerce.

These may be worthwhile steps, or not. Processing consolidation has left family farmers with fewer choices, longer wait times, higher costs, and less control over the food they raise.

But here is the important part:

This order does NOT immediately give farmers a new legal right to butcher their livestock and sell that meat directly to consumers, especially across state lines. It does not eliminate federal inspection requirements or make custom-exempt meat legal for interstate commerce.

The order repeatedly states that USDA must act “consistent with applicable law.” An executive order can direct an agency to use authority it already has, but it cannot erase or rewrite federal statutes.

For lasting change, Congress must pass laws creating a clear, lawful path for family farmers and small processors to feed their communities. We’ve said this before—we aren’t fixing this in 4 years without a miracle—pass the Farm Bill!

A farmer selling meat directly to an informed neighbor is not the same as an industrial corporation distributing millions of pounds through a national supply chain. Our laws should recognize that difference.

This order may open a door and identify the barriers. But it does not finish the work.

Executive action may begin the conversation.

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When my grandmother died, I wanted to remember all the best things about her. Her unconditional kindness. Her ability to remain calm. How she would sing and pray all the time in her home. I haven’t even remotely attained those character traits yet, but I’m getting there.

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The pattern is that when someone you love, or who greatly inspired you, leaves this earth—you begin to realize that you want to become someone who fills the void of their goodness within the earth. They must not be forgotten. Convictions grow stronger. Changes are made. Others are inspired.

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I have never seen my Savior or LORD face to face. I did not walk with Him as the dirt dusted our feet along a journey to a new city that would come to know His greatness. I never sat with Him personally, shoulder to shoulder, to be mentored. I don’t know how He wrote letters or notes. But upon the history written in scripture, I know Him.

And I think this is exactly how his friends and disciples felt after He died. And of course in His case, He rose again. 

Within each one of them, it was as if a fire were shut up inside of them. They did not have to be convinced of conviction and to act upon it. They loved Him so much that when they thought of Him, they lived better. They filled the void that was left. They told everyone about Him, and they wanted them to fill the void too.

Do I love Him this way? Do I miss my Lord so much that I want to take His place until He returns? This is the way—this is the que
He was one of the most brilliant writers in the wo He was one of the most brilliant writers in the world. A true agrarian heart with wisdom that surpasses so much of this current generation. I recommend every book he has written, especially The Unsettling of America. 

We used his “Peace of Wild Things” poem on one of our @homesteadersofamerica tshirts one year. It feels appropriate to share it again now. 

“When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives might be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief.  I come into the presence  of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
 
From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry (Counterpoint, 1999)

May he be resting in peace, even now.
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“Are we moving because God told us to move—or because fear told us to run?”

Historically, governments have displaced, relocated, incentivized, and concentrated populations for all kinds of reasons. Sometimes by force. Sometimes through policy. Sometimes under the banner of “progress,” “safety,” or the greater good.

My own family was affected by this one-hundred years ago when hundreds of families (2,000+ people) were removed from the mountains of Virginia to create Shenandoah National Park. These were farmers, families, churches, and communities. People who knew how to grow food, steward land, raise children, and live largely independent of government systems.
And now, nearly 100 years later, I find myself watching another migration.

Homesteaders are leaving states they believe no longer represent their values. They’re moving toward states considered more conservative, more rural, more affordable, or more “free.”

And I know that for many, God really IS moving them.
But we still need discernment. Because politics can change overnight.

Governors change. Legislatures change. Laws change. The “safe state” today may not be the safe state tomorrow.
So what happens then? Do we pack up and move again?
There comes a point when we have to ask:
“Has God called me to leave—or has He called me to stand?”

If God tells you to move to Texas, go to Texas.
If He tells you to move to New York, go to New York.

Because ultimately, our security was never supposed to be found in a red state, a blue state, a rural county, or a particular zip code.

Our safety is in the hand of Yahweh.

Sometimes obedience means going, sometimes obedience means staying.

But what if, maybe, some of this is all just the government herding people like sheep into certain locations? 

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The world needs Jesus. 
Younger women need older women. 
Families need to return to the core of the home life.
Husbands and wives need to return to bearing the burden together.

Children are a gift and inheritance—never a burden. Does it mean you’ll be tired? Yes. But it is just a season, friend. And that season passes us by so quickly.

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