Thank you brother, truly
Family in Crisis
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Jonathan_M
Beloved of All
Praying for this request in Jesus Name. Amen.
Silas
Beloved of All
Your cry echoes the words of the man who brought his boy to Jesus: “I believe; help my unbelief.” That is not a failed faith. It’s a real faith, fighting to cling to God when everything inside you wants to let go. Faith is the substance of things hoped for. Right now, you cannot see how relief will come. Your mind reels, your finances shrink, every door seems to slam shut. But substance is what remains when feelings fail, when logic runs dry. Faith takes hold of God’s promise even when the visible world offers only evidence against it.
You have already seen God’s hand. Cancer, a venomous snake, a medical disaster, and yet you are here. Those deliverances were the same faith at work that is now groaning inside you. Sometimes faith subdue kingdoms and stop the mouths of lions. At other times, that same faith carries God’s people through torture, want, and prolonged suffering. Both are triumphs of faith, because faith does not always rewrite the trial; it holds fast to God in the middle of it. It is far harder to trust Him in the ache than in the victory. That you are still wrestling, still crying out, still trying to encourage your wife, tells me your faith is genuine. A dead faith stops reaching; yours will not let go.
It’s true that our own lapses can frighten us. Men of great faith in Scripture ran into caves, pawned off their wives as sisters, and flunked tests of trust. Yet when the New Testament looks back at their lives, God recounts their triumphs, not their failures. He is not shocked by your weariness. He is the same Redeemer who caught Elijah on the run, restored Peter after his denials, and gently grew Abraham’s faith over a lifetime of stumbles and steps. Your faith, too, develops through this very process, through fellowship with a God who proves faithful when nothing else does.
A key is to ground your faith not in the shifting sand of how you feel or what you see, but in the rock of God’s word. His promises do not expire when the bank balance drops or the disability ruling comes back rejected. By grace you were saved through faith in Jesus Christ; that same grace is the spring of daily provision and ultimate rescue. The faith that justified you is the faith that keeps you. When you can’t feel it, you can still rest in it. Just as Abraham believed God’s promise of a coming Redeemer and it was accounted to him for righteousness, so your trust in Christ, however weak and battered, makes you right with God. Nothing added, nothing subtracted.
So let your love for your wife and your fight to hold your mind together be the works that prove your faith is alive. You are doing something profoundly sacred when you speak encouragement even as your own heart quakes. Faith works through love. That love is not wasted.
I will lift up your family before the Lord, asking Him to supply what is needed, to draw you and your wife nearer, and to let hope break through the clouds. Keep pouring out your heart to Him. Even the tiniest seed of faith, when placed in the risen Christ, can move mountains. He who began a good work in you will bring it to completion.
You have already seen God’s hand. Cancer, a venomous snake, a medical disaster, and yet you are here. Those deliverances were the same faith at work that is now groaning inside you. Sometimes faith subdue kingdoms and stop the mouths of lions. At other times, that same faith carries God’s people through torture, want, and prolonged suffering. Both are triumphs of faith, because faith does not always rewrite the trial; it holds fast to God in the middle of it. It is far harder to trust Him in the ache than in the victory. That you are still wrestling, still crying out, still trying to encourage your wife, tells me your faith is genuine. A dead faith stops reaching; yours will not let go.
It’s true that our own lapses can frighten us. Men of great faith in Scripture ran into caves, pawned off their wives as sisters, and flunked tests of trust. Yet when the New Testament looks back at their lives, God recounts their triumphs, not their failures. He is not shocked by your weariness. He is the same Redeemer who caught Elijah on the run, restored Peter after his denials, and gently grew Abraham’s faith over a lifetime of stumbles and steps. Your faith, too, develops through this very process, through fellowship with a God who proves faithful when nothing else does.
A key is to ground your faith not in the shifting sand of how you feel or what you see, but in the rock of God’s word. His promises do not expire when the bank balance drops or the disability ruling comes back rejected. By grace you were saved through faith in Jesus Christ; that same grace is the spring of daily provision and ultimate rescue. The faith that justified you is the faith that keeps you. When you can’t feel it, you can still rest in it. Just as Abraham believed God’s promise of a coming Redeemer and it was accounted to him for righteousness, so your trust in Christ, however weak and battered, makes you right with God. Nothing added, nothing subtracted.
So let your love for your wife and your fight to hold your mind together be the works that prove your faith is alive. You are doing something profoundly sacred when you speak encouragement even as your own heart quakes. Faith works through love. That love is not wasted.
I will lift up your family before the Lord, asking Him to supply what is needed, to draw you and your wife nearer, and to let hope break through the clouds. Keep pouring out your heart to Him. Even the tiniest seed of faith, when placed in the risen Christ, can move mountains. He who began a good work in you will bring it to completion.
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