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Recovery: Faith, Personal Responsibility,


Listening to the news the last few days has not been an exercise in self-improvement!  In fact, listening to it for too long weakens my resolve and does not build faith!  Where fear is-faith isn't. 

It is a fearful time but when hasn't there been a fearful time?  I can't imagine those pioneers without fear.  Or the pilgrims or the missionaries who traveled to unknown lands.  Pastors who courageously began churches during the great depression.  Presidents, teachers, moms and dads and service men and women who have face fear with faith.  

So we must!  Faith:  Believing without seeing.  Knowing that God is who He says He is and will do what He says He will do.  God's attribute of unchanging is an incredible foundation to stand on!  The world changes.  

We must recover our faith!  Faith built upon the truth.  Faith in God.  Faith in our families.  Faith in our neighborhoods and communities and states and country.

Personal responsibility.  Knowing that I am responsible for sowing a reaping.  I was teasing a friend from California who didn't realize that harvest is a real thing and not just a festival.  Harvesting what we reap.  Sowing seeds of love, faithfulness, endurance, tithing, giving, saving and learning.  Taking my own personal financial bull by the horns and wrestling it to the ground.  My money.  My life.  My future.  It is up to God and I.

Hope:  Hope is a longing and an expectation.  Feeling of trust.  Hope in God does not disappoint.  Hope is eternal.  Hope based on faith is unstoppable.  No one can take it away.

Love:  The greatest of these is love.  Unconditional and no strings attached love.  Love covers a multitude of sins and love endures.  God's love endures through thick and thin.  Good and bad.  Love as is.

My own recovery is begins today with a few days away from the computer and phone.  My Bible, my journal and my family.


1 Thessalonians 1:3 We continually remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, your labor prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.

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