Lately, I've been feeling very much like God doesn't care about me or my life. I railed against him. I accused him of not even participating in our lives. I knew this was wrong, but I was on the verge of despairing.
This weekend Porter recommended that if we don't have faith, perhaps we should ASK for it. He said, "Persuade your heart to trust in God. Remember that God is with us." So, that's what I did. I asked God to restore my faith, not necessarily believing that he would, but knowing that I wanted my faith and trust in God's sovereignty and love back.
Last night I got a text message from a friend telling me that her friend had discovered that she was pregnant and was planning to have an abortion. I committed to praying for her friend and the life of that little baby, which I did. Earnestly.
A couple of hours later I got another message telling me that her friend had decided to keep the baby.
I wept for joy. Literally. I laid in bed and wept. I thanked God for that little baby's life being spared, and I thanked him for reminding me that he cares about us.
Am I seeing God's hand in my life today? I don't know. Am I content and confident in God's love for me? Yes.
"If you do not stand firm in your faith you will not stand at all."