120 years

I've been thinking a lot lately about faith.  Faith is such a powerful feeling and it's instilled in all of us, whether or not we believe in God.  However, the fact that I have faith is what lets me know that there is a God.  It is another beautiful aspect of humanity that proves we have a loving creator.

I have had to utilize my faith throughout my life on many occasions.

When I held my little one-week-old baby girl while she was crying and I was taking a final that my professor allowed me to take late because I was giving birth to her shortly before the day of the actual final; I had faith that if I continued to work hard, I would finish my degree someday and get to do what I really wanted to do in life. Even though I knew I would have to complete school as a single, working mother. 

When I learned that my baby boy inherited the eye disease, Retinitis Pigmentosa, that runs in my family; I had faith (and continue to have faith) that he will still get to grow up and have as much of a fulfilling life as anyone else, regardless of whether he loses his vision completely. 

When I knew that my husband could not work in his job any longer due to aspects out of our control, and when I realized our family needed a change, I had faith that if I made a sacrifice for him and our family, and moved our family across the U.S., that we could have a good  life and God would still help me reach my goals. 

The (true) story that really inspired me to write this post was reading about Noah this week.  Did you know that it took him 120 years to build the ark?! 120 YEARS! Before he built it, there had been NO rain. EVER.  Yet, God told him to do it, so he had faith that God would fulfill his promise, and he built a huge boat to prepare for flooding.  If Noah can have such faith, I can too.  Even if it takes a lifetime, I know that God will fulfill his promises to me.

I will continue to have faith.