And it's in that moment, when my faith is being exercised and I'm embarrassingly winded, flailing about wondering what on earth is going on, that the glaringly obvious light bulb switches on. Isn't the very basis/fundamental aspect of faith having a reason or need to trust? If I don't ever find myself in a situation where I need to trust or rely on someone (coincidentally, God) outside of myself, if I can always handle everything on my own and solve all of my problems, if I can always make everything happen according to my own strength and abilities, where, pray tell, is the faith in that and as an even starker contrast, why do I need God? Cue up the applicable verses:
"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1
"Yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles. They will run and not get tired. They will walk and not become weary." Isaiah 40:31
How weary do I become when I worry about someone or something that I cannot change? How positively exhausted do I get when I keep endeavoring to make something happen on my own that I just need to surrender over to God? How tiresome is it to behave as though I am the only one who can help fix the problem?
Speaking of waiting (awkward transition?), I had the pleasure of attending yet another friend's nuptials a couple weeks ago. (Did you catch the subtle reference to waiting on that?) Both the ceremony and reception were held at Watermark and they did a really good job of putting together their wedding on a budget. The wedding service was Christ-centered and their love for the Lord resonated loudly. The bride, Terri, was positively radiant as she walked down the aisle. I couldn't have been happier for the two of them as the groom had been waiting quite some time to enter into a marriage covenant being even older than me - gasp.
Not only was it a lovely celebration, but it also provided me a chance to spend some time with sweet baby Emerson who is quite possibly, the most easygoing infant I have come across. I could have held her all night, but alas, she had to go back to her mama. And so I wait again...
The girls also really enjoyed the giant wind chime which I definitely have a thing for. Wind chimes will forever remind me of my grandma and grandpa and their little house on San Vicente.