I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Thinking about God. Miracles. Creation.
I’m not a theologian by any means.
I walk in faith, following a God who I believe is at His very core LOVE.
Faith is the assurance of what I hope for, it is the substance of things I have not yet seen. (Hebrews 11)
Because of Faith, I can sit by this bedside believing for healing, believing for the miraculous.
Believing that God is Love.
I have Faith, because Love abides in me.
He who created me, loves me. The One who fashioned me, was looking for someone to love, someone to love Him. And He chose to breathe life into me. So I am living and loving, and love drives me, presses me into a place of faith.
Because of Love, I have Faith.
When Love speaks it creates and heals.
He spoke and the universe was created. Words in Love. Creation.
He spoke and it came to be.
He spoke and the blind would see, the lame would walk, the dead would rise.
Let it be.
On earth as it is in heaven.
So with Love, in Faith, I speak…
Blood, flow and heal.
Lungs, be restored, made new.
Mattie, rise up.