christian sisters and brothers are inspired to walk by faith, trust god, live freely, and laugh a little along the way.
I was 17 years old when I was first introduced to faith. My mother began attending Friday night services to "hear from a man, who had a word from the Lord" from Atlanta, Georgia – this is exactly how he was being referred to at the time. I thought it was way overdone, but I was soon to be corrected. He started coming to Philly for revivals, which then turned into consistent Friday night services, which eventually led to him starting and growing a church in the city of brotherly love.
He was on fire for Jesus and had the gift of healing, miracles, and prophecy. I had never seen anything like what I saw in those services anywhere, not even on the televangelist programs that I watched with the side eye – ummm everybody is getting up from the wheelchair, okay.
What was happening in TV land was highly questionable to me, but what I saw, firsthand,
in those services could not be denied. I literally saw blind eyes open, literally. I watched pus drain out of a man's eyes until his sight was restored. If I didn't see it for myself, I would have doubted my very own mother if she told me. Lies, I'd tell her! I witnessed wheelchair bound men and women stand up and walk, some even run, again. Those miracle services changed my walk with Christ, as well as my relationship. Those miracle services changed my life!
My mom joined the church and he became our pastor and our church walls were lined with canes, walkers, medicine bottles, and wheelchairs. It was stunning. Our church was a miracle center. My pastor asked,
"Is there anything too hard for God?"
Then he'd follow up with his own response,
"There's nothing too hard for God!"
He taught us if we only had faith the size of a grain of mustard seed, we could speak to mountains and make them move. That's all my spirit needed. I grabbed that word and held so tightly on to it. I was young and had a spunk of energy that was eager to try new things. Like the teenager that I was, I was curious to put it to the test. From that moment to this very one, I have tried the word on countless occasions, and that word has yet to fail me.
I truly believe that there is nothing too hard for God to do. Even when my back is against the wall and I see no humanly possible way out, I see those canes on the wall, and all the miracles of God that I witnessed, and my faith is instantly triggered and set into motion. I know that I have the spiritual gift of faith, and it was introduced and fostered through my miracle working church over 20 years ago.
It would be a lie to say that my faith is never challenged. Darn right it is. It would be a greater lie to say that once you fully trust God, your faith will never be challenged. Lies, again! I believe the challenge is what makes faith, faith. It rises up in the midst of the impossible.
I wish my relationship was stronger. I need to read the word of God more. My prayer time fluctuates with inconsistencies. I am striving to perfect the things that please the Lord. The struggles of this life are real, sometimes too real, and almost unbearable. Physical vision easily contradicts what the spiritual eye needs to see. However, despite it all, there is nothing too hard for God to do in my life and in the lives of those around me.
I believe God. I trust God. Even if He doesn't do it, I know He is yet able to perform. I am activated by faith. I walk by faith and not by sight (2 Corinthians 5:7). I am excited to begin this new journey with you and this blog.
And it is impossible to please God without faith. Anyone who wants to come to Him must believe that God exists and that He rewards those who sincerely seek Him.
Hey, I'm Carica
and I like movies and long walks in the park...wait, wrong profile! I'm a single mama, walking by faith, loving Jesus and the chick he has matured me to be. I trust God with my life, and use this space to encourage my sistas and brothers to do the same. C'mon...get to know me!