Faith

The other day I was thanking God for my life, then for his love for me. It suddenly struck me that I had the order wrong: the most important fact in my life is his incredible—dare I say irrational, even insane [by human standards]—love for me, from which flows my life. Then I began to ponder the difference between my love of him, my faith in him, and my trust in him. I concluded that perhaps “faith” is the umbrella over a spectrum. On one end is acceptance—that there is a God. [Even the devil knows that!]. Then comes love for him, in gratitude for what He has done and is doing for me. Finally is trust, the most difficult to attain. It requires that I believe that He will continue to do what is best for me and mine in the long run, assuming I let him. This understanding has taken years to mature—it’s not intuitive for a card-carrying member of Controllers Anonymous to surrender my will to his. Without so doing, however, I cannot either trust him fully, or achieve that sense of peace which He promises. This spiritual path is fraught with obstacles of my own creation, over which He helps me, sometimes tripping, sometimes gliding, but always progressing!