A Devotional
Why believe in God? How do we know it’s not the scientists or atheists that are correct? That we all formed from some cosmic miracle billions of years ago, or there’s nothing and will be nothing after we are gone?
I have had this conversation many times with family members who were seeking some answers and though I don’t pretend to be an expert on anything, I was the one they were asking. So I replied with a question, “Do you believe God is real? Do you think we just appeared or do you think we were created?” It really comes down to that question. If you can’t answer, then the next question to ask yourself is this, “Do you believe the Bible is just a book or do you believe it’s the divine writings of our creator?”
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” Genesis 1:1
These two questions are essential! If you do not have FAITH in these two things then you must need to reach higher than me for your answers. Because this is the camp I’m in.
I believe in God the creator and the Bible being a divine document
I have seen for myself miracles in the smallest things. How hummingbirds wings move, the intricacies of a maple leaf, the cry of a newborn baby, insects that survive by working together, the force of the ocean. I do not believe those just happened. They are too perfect. Have you ever looked at a leaf? How beautiful it is, how intricate? That’s not an accident. An artist made those veins, made that baby, made those waves and the creatures that reside there. Why would most animals have all the same parts? Why would most creatures bleed red blood? How would there even be life here when just one element out of sync could kill all living things?
Believing all this takes faith. Believing in a creator doesn’t mean that we will all lead a charmed and beautiful life. But the promise of one is there. We will have lives full of struggle and sadness, because we are human. We make choices that lead us away from happiness. Because sin exists it prevents us from having perfect lives without pain. People love to blame God when things go badly. I know I did.
He didn’t perform the miracle that I knew He could. He didn’t save my son. My husband would say He “took” him.
I was angry and sad. I pulled away from God for awhile
Then I started reading some great books on grief and I realized that my son wasn’t taken he was welcomed. He was a baptized believer and he was only 16, Jesus greeted my boy. I knew deep down that I was blessed to have been his mom and I was thankful for the 16 years I was given with him. It was GOD that sent him to me in the first place. GOD that entrusted me with his life. GOD who knew I needed that baby boy. GOD who knew where my sons choices would lead. And, it was GOD that greeted him.
I believe in GOD. Because the alternate is something I can’t contemplate. I cannot, will not, believe that my son just evaporated into nothing. I cannot and will not believe that I will never see him again.
I believe in GOD like I do love and trust and a mama’s sixth sense. It just is! HE just is!
I am a sinner but I am a child of God. I cuss and make bad decisions, take His name in vain and I cursed him a lot from that hospital room. But deep down I knew He was there, loving me, loving Alex, loving all of us through our pain. Pain that will never leave us. Just like He will never leave us.
Verses
“Faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do” Hebrews 11:1
“For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.” 2 Corinthians 5:1
“If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in them and they in God.” 1 John 4:15
To read more about our son Alex, visit My Grief Journey.
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