And, sometimes, in the quiet moments I wonder if what I do really makes a difference.
“You can’t see it in person,” hisses the enemy, “You can’t touch it. How do you know it’s real?”
Then I think about how I should be doing something tangible–rocking a baby, handing out food, building a house. I feel a heart-hunger to know the results with my five senses.
I whisper this to Jesus one morning as sunlight spills in through the open window. I ask Him if I’ve gotten it all wrong–if I should be doing something else.
A verse pops into my heart like a present left on the front porch…
I’ve always thought of those words in the context of believing in God.
But that morning it seemed the One Who Loves Us whispered that part of faith is also about believing that our obedience makes a difference–even when we can’t see the results.
Have you ever felt that way about something in your life?