Do you know that in those early months of coming back to God I really don’t remember praying a lot? Those memories were mostly pushed out by the other emotional landmines I was trying to side-step daily. I’ve spent a lot of time looking into the past of my early faith and trying to understand its development within me, but that season has always stumped me. How did God move so much in my life, how did He impact me so greatly when I remember so little? I mean, really, how powerful can “please, God” and “God, please” really be?
I’ve learned that in any equation with God, we’ll always be the smallest number. Because God’s math is nothing like ours, and we can’t even begin to understand it – not even all of you who are amazing with numbers and love your Excel spreadsheets and budgets.
God needs very little from us, and a faith that is just beyond microscopic is enough to move mountains. Even if we can’t form the words asking God to move our mountains, even if we don’t know where the mountain is, what it looks like, or how it got there, the Holy Spirit does. Because He knows us in a way we can’t fathom, and He takes all of that confusing mess straight to God for us – translating it beyond our scope of understanding in order to do more than we can even imagine.
If you’re wondering what happened to my son and the infancy of my faith story, head to Noah’s Road. There you’ll find old blog entries and a radio interview of my testimony.
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This article originally appeared at ErinWhitmer.com.
