Imagining just now the car breaking down on an otherwise deserted highway on the way to an important engagement. Shot into another realm of thought suddenly—one altogether foreign—we ponder what might have been, or indeed, what might be.
Our faith for this time is exacting.
It retributively requires from us the once-promised oath. We remember it now; the one stored up for an occasion such as this. But we never thought it would come to this.
Faith requires us to live without fear whilst in midst of fear.
It’s all we best do—all other options besides faith are non-commendable. Faith is the choice when we have no choice.
This faith commends a prayer—but it’s not always one of the verbal variety. It prays for sense and reason, for courage, and for a ‘good ending’ however that’s to come about.
And once this little faith-held repartee is over and we’re looking back we could hardly have conceived how it would turn out—and yet, in that moment, too, we were saved.
The truth is there have been—and will be—many times in life when we’re cast down desperately. Only faith enfolds us.
For what are we building in the meantime?
Prepare, plan, purposefully.
© 2010 S. J. Wickham.