I've been thinking about faith. It has been part of me for most of my life. I was baptized in water as an infant, but my faith began a few years later. It was the day I recognized that I could talk to God, and I felt He was hearing my prayers.
After that night, I began to speak to God from my heart. I remember the night I prayed God would let me live with my Grandma and Grandpa. I loved my momma so much, but she worked long hours, and perhaps I was picking up on her unhappiness. Something had changed. I didn't know it for a long time after, but my mother had cancer. God answered my prayer in a matter of days. Momma sat me down and asked if I'd like to live with my grandparents. I was filled with joy and excitement! It was my first palpable answer to prayer! God had heard me! He became real to me in a way that I'd not known before.
Every person's faith has a beginning point. A defining place that stays in the core of their being. No matter how many trials have come my way, I still find peace through my faith. It carries me through the storms of life and increases my joy in the tranquil times.
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