A Foundation of Faith

Have Faith... How many times have you heard that saying? And what does that really mean any way? When I am going through stuff... I don't want to hear "Have Faith!" But in reality, that is exactly what you need to have. Faith is the belief of someone or something without having proof that is exists. I remember my mom's church ladies saying "Girl.. You've got to have Faith of a mustard seed!" I had no idea what that meant. Have you seen a mustard seed? It is the tiniest of things. So I got out my mustard seed and meditated on it. I looked at it and thought.. how could someone have Faith this size and expect miracles to happen?

To have Faith that size to move mountains, it MUST be powerful. All it takes IS a small amount of Faith for miracles to happen. I learned this the hard way.  Faith is belief. If you do not believe it could happen.. then it won't happen! Simple.

I was a single parent when I bought my first house. I lived in a one bedroom apartment with my daughter. I slept on the floor and gave her the bedroom. After all, she was a princess and needed space to grow. Anyway, my goal was to buy a house by the end of my lease at the end of the year. I had filed bankruptcy the year before, no money saved and had no idea what the future held for me. It did not look good. I told everyone who was listening that I was going to buy a house. I visited houses that I liked.. sat in them. Played in them. Walked through the halls and sat for hours visualizing myself living in one of them. The houses I was looking at, were out of my price range and doubled what I was paying in rent but I kept looking at them. I was determined to buy a house and find one for me and my daughter. 

The end of the year came and I had no house. I didn't re-sign the lease. Instead, I moved in with a friend so that I could save up more money. My living arrangement didn't work. I had moved twice before I landed somewhere that I could stay for awhile until I got it together. Well low and behold, I found my house! YEY. I put a contract on that house and claimed it MINE. A few weeks later I lost my job. A month later some terrorist bombed the World Trade buildings. Security in the U.S. had tightened up. I was a contractor with no security clearance and it wasn't looking too good for me getting into companies with out one.

Wow... I felt like I was a rock caught in a hard place. (Whatever that means... that's what I was feeling.) My closing date was coming up and I had nothing. I cried most days and I wanted to give up. Take my little bit of dollars that I had saved, get another apartment and start over, but I could not do it. That little voice in my head kept telling me to "Have Faith". I think if I didn't believe that something would change, I probably would have given up and moved to an apartment. There was just this small part of me that believed that something was going to change for me and I had to hold on to that.

A very LONG month after... I got a job and was able to provide the documents I needed for closing. I drove to closing with as much stuff in my car as I could fit. I had so much in my car that it was spilling over and I could barely shift gears. I was excited. I was happy. I was grateful that I did not give up. 

If miracles can happen with just a little bit of Faith... imagine what could happen with a whole lot of Faith?

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