I saw my faith journey on lined paper, written in a first-grade teacher’s untilting penmanship.
For my child, it was a spelling list, a teacher’s challenge to try harder words.
For me, it was an unexpected challenge from The Teacher — My Rabboni — a review where we’ve been, a pop-quiz of where we are today, a syllabus of where we’re going.
A walk of faith, spelled out.
BLISSFUL: Early days of blissful praise, in newfound faith from which I could barely catch my breath or contain tears.
VALID: Poring over the New Testament, cross-checking with the Old to validate, saving the unexplainable for God. Tucking the questions on slips of paper in my “Mystery File” here beside me.
TREACHEROUS, BEWILDERED: There … in the pit, having tripped over my false sense of safety. Bewildered, confused .. and crying out for rescue.
DORMANT: A dark place, where I spent most of my days before faith grabbed hold. A spiritual inactivity. Dead. But even in dormancy, there is room for Holy Ground. For it was here that I first cried out to Abba, Rabboni: “Help me with my unbelief!”
Which finds me back at blissful — not in earthly happiness but in spiritual joy.
Today, I ask God to keep my feet planted in His Word, validating His promises to my doubtful mind. I ask Him to protect me from the treacherous, and to insulate my fragile faith from dormancy.
Until, at last, I reach that place where praise and joy are
Be blessed, dear ones.