In 2004, I came to Charlotte from my hometown in New Jersey with my one-year-old daughter, my stereo and a small collection of books and shoes. God revealed to me that it was time to move on, and leaving everything I knew was the way He needed me to start. The only thing I knew for sure was that God would take care of me. I didn’t know how it would look, but had the ridiculous nerve to trust God.
It’s been 11 years since I took that leap of faith. It was the most impactful step I’d made then, and God delivered the goods to me over time. I found love, peace and soul through the stretching exercises that life sent my way. God peeled off layers of doubt, low self-esteem and depression and gave me my sunshine back. I accrued a vault of wisdom through the lessons of my trials and tribulations. My daughter blossomed into an accomplished ballerina, writer and artist. God has truly smiled on me.
Ephesians 3:20 states “Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us,” which means we have a responsibility to meet God with our faith, where trust becomes our habit and favor becomes His pleasure. The amount of faith is not as important as the step toward faith itself. Our lives are evidence of God’s favor-filled footprints.
Last fall, I suffered an emotional breakdown and a stroke. I didn’t see a way out initially, but my faith challenged me to remember all of the grace God had extended to me. The difference in my healing came as I gripped my faith and expected the impossible from God. Of course, God delivered me and restored my health, and then showed a wealth of possibilities. My next level promises to simply become realities due to a matter of exercising the faith that I earned through God’s loving life lessons.
Making things possible for us is never about whether God will do it. It is always about when we will realize that it’s already done. The rest of the joy ride is about giving praise for the outcome. Faith is the wheel that turns our lives from a shelf of “maybe’s” to a storehouse of expectancy. : :