January 27, 2015

Staring Down My Faith

Near the end of the southernmost portion of the paved trail where I regularly walk is a clearing to the east where trees are thin, especially in winter, and I can easily see the nearby train tracks as I pass by. While out for a walk this time, I wasn’t content in just passing by and peering through the trees, I decided that I wanted to take a picture of the railroad tracks.

I made my way through the trees and climbed up the steep embankment to the railroad track. I stood there gazing down the path of the steel rails and it was as if my life stretched out before me down that long stretch of unending tracks with more questions than answers, but as I pondered all the questions, I yet again reminded myself that I know the answer is faith.

My life is a journey and it is traveled by faith. I might not always know where I am going, but I know I am going there by faith. A deep trusting faith in God.

A sudden outburst of laughter and chattering children broke my line of thinking, echoing from the walking trail below as a group rode by on their bikes. It was good to hear the sounds of a happy family outing.

When it was quiet again, I let my thoughts settle and wrap silently around me, thinking again of this gift of faith we are given. I stared down the railroad tracks a little while longer and remembered the words of a couple of verses that gave me hope as I stood there staring down my faith.

2 Corinthians 5:7  For we walk by faith, not by sight.

Hebrews 11:8 By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to the place which he would receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going.