The act of trusting, of believing, of being confident of, or as the Biblical book of Hebrews says, “being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we cannot see.”
In the Christian life, I am struck by the very small number of things that I feel sure of or certain about. Poet Christian Wiman says that faith is “having faith in the times when we had faith.” I do think that our faith comes from God—I don’t feel like it is something I can much muster up on my own, but I am still convinced that faith is a choice.
It’s a choice to believe in the times that we believed. In the times that we saw and knew, without any doubt,
that God was here.
Like staring at a beaten shell, and remembering the ocean.
Like tasting the salt on the corners of your lips. And feeling the sand in the nail beds of your fingers...
even when the waves don’t roll outside your window.