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Faith

I believe in having crazy, wild, and absolutely ridiculous - faith. Yes, I’ve been ridiculed for possessing this kind of faith, but I’ve also reaped huge blessings from it as well. Hebrews 11:1 reads, “Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Faith is the kind of thing where you prepare for things that haven’t manifested just yet. Believers should grasp this but I’ve seen that many don’t, and this is not okay. I’ve also watched sinners have unwavering faith, and have things come together in their lives in incredible ways. To be honest, I used to feel some type of way about that. I used to be like, God, are you kidding me? I’m saved, I live right. I pray, worship, give, fast, and I’m faithful. How come they’re prospering over me like that? I know that can be interpreted as judgmental, but when I would see unsaved folks prospering over saved folks living for the Lord, sometimes, it left me perplexed. Ultimately, I learned it’s none of my business how God decides to bless someone else. What He does in someone else’s life, saved or unsaved, is not my concern and whenever I start to feel some type of way, I try to shut it down real quick. I don’t ever want to be mistaken for being a hater. Ever. Anyways, when I started diving more into this faith thing, I recognized that as I prayed and waited for different results, God was waiting on me and saying, I hear you, but where’s your faith? I had faith but it needed to be refreshed. During this season of my life, I’ve made some faith moves that were uncomfortable, scary, and didn’t guarantee the results I’d hope for, but with each faith step forward, I noticed how God rewarded my faith. The more I stepped, the more He showed up and delivered beyond my expectations. Faith works, and radical faith really changes things. I’m not insisting that you go out and do crazy things just because you want to do them, (I have faith but I also believe in exercising wisdom) however, if you sense that it’s time to activate your faith, do it. It can and will change your life. 

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