In Opposition to Faith

When I sit still and quiet after my prayers, my mind opens upon the visual images of what I assumed were mere possibilities of my own desire but can now see as the Spirit showing me what to expect. In these moments, the art of my future imprints itself open my heart as reassuringly real and beautiful as this photograph of the blooms on a hosta in my garden.

Yet, so quickly comes the enemy to my faith. And what felt tranquil and joyful and manageable is scary and stressful and impossible. Is my adversary the darkest opponent or only myself who is unwilling to believe? I will only know if I can call out as the father of a stricken son did to Jesus,

“Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.”

Mark 9:23-24

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