Recently, I’d been thinking about faith and what is it exactly in my life. Well, in order to actually identify faith in my daily life I had to look a bit farther and think about what is the essence of faith. I understand faith to be derived from my beliefs. How faith works for me is first I entertain a thought about something, then I decide to believe it, I understand how it is my truth, and then I apply my will and actions to make it a physical reality. When I have conjured the process or processes to make it a reality; I then go to w-o-r-k. The major component in creating the physical reality of my faith is the focus. Inside of my realm of focus I must be committed, discipline, persistent, and determined. When I am in faith about something I am working to accomplish I tend to find that fear, the nemesis of faith, finds a way to enter the picture. The very appearance of fear will be very sleek and subtle and very convincing. Afterall, many of the tools that fear uses begin in our mind. Fear dances between the words of loved ones who we know mean well. Fear finagles its way into the vocal scripting of a commercial that we’re watching, it is conveniently nestled between our daily doses of the morning madness that we call the news. It is always at those points that we find it to be a treacherous battle not to subscribe to many of the words spewing from mouths of these nameless characters who seem to have some discernment about what we are coping with at that particular moment in time. And just like that our faith takes a blow. Or does it? I submit that it is not that our faith takes a blow. It is not that faith and fear are sharing the weight of the same pendulum. Nor are they regarded as a balancing act of sorts. It is not that they share a meter, and if one is high the other is low. I believe that we can have faith in something, but we can allow unbelief and doubt to enter in. That is where our focus begins to shifts. We begin to pay less attention to what we regarded as the truth, and we begin to give more of our mental energy to the fear because it entertains stagnation, a comfort zone, and zero risk. Now faith is quite different. Faith requires us to become uncomfortable. Faith requires us to believe in what we have decided to be our truth. It also doesn’t allow us to see that far down the path while on the very journey. Yes, we can see the end result we desire, but we still have to walk through the process. We still have to take the steps. It is in those moments, when we are not able to see what clearly lies ahead, that fear seeks to derail our plans. Sometimes this fear takes the form of a sensible excuse. Sometimes the pressure of what we have faith in become so great that we look over on the other side, and notice that the grass is so much greener. What we fail to see is that we are looking through a mosaic lens and not the naked truth. The naked truth is what we have conceived in our minds, believed in our hearts, and have placed faith in. Faith is the catalyst for things becoming a physical reality, and our action(s) are the conduits that bridge the spaces in between. What will it be for me? I choose Faith. Fear is, by far, less exciting.
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