Faith is a funny thing. It shows up in hospital rooms and in the desperate “Help!” silently prayed in the midst of a tense conversation. It seems to hover in the beauty of forests and night skies, punctuated with hallelujah’s. It peeks around the corner where single moms struggle to survive and shows up brave where “I forgive you’s” are offered. It’s whispered on the lips of soldiers dying in foreign countries, far from their moms.
But this week, as we attend both a family wedding and the funeral of a dear friend, it strikes me that faith surprises us most when we stop to look at life and see it in a multitude of “thank you’s”. Continue reading
