Learning to Walk in Faith Again

As this blog was started,  I began with the premise that I would begin to apply the principle of "learning to walk again" to more than just my physical life.  I, however, thought that it would be much further down the road before I would use it as a platform for these ideas.  This month I've committed to a 500 Word per day challenge by writer Jeff Goins.  One of my early discoveries in this process has been that I needed to loosen up my ideas of what I would post to my blog.

Even though I'm not the whole way through the story of discovering my tumor and the miraculous outcome, I find that there is place to post other applications here.

We've been in our new home less than 60 days.  One of our "needs" has been to find a new church since our existing church is 45 minutes away with traffic here in the Albuquerque metro area.  Yesterday we made our third visit to Copper Pointe Church.  We had intended to visit another church but our son has been so drawn to the kids program at Copper Pointe that he was insistent that we try it again.

My wife and I pastored a church in a small town in Arizona for nearly years.  I haven't talked much about that for some time.. We left after I revealed a secret that I'd kept hidden for way too many years.  Our marriage has survived, but often the return to church has been difficult.  Sometimes we felt abandoned by many in the church community.  The process of healing is painful and messy.  The truth be told, the desire to dive back into a new church has often been a weak one.

But this Sunday was different, I barely made it through the first song before I was overwhelmed.  The welcome and the first song were marked by a stance, atmosphere and words that spoke of faith.  "You're the God who saves, You're the hope of all, Reaching out your hand, as your people call"  It was electric, it was powerful and just what I needed to hear at this moment.

This brief experience would change the course of my life this year.  God dropped into my mind at this very moment the thought  " Being in a place of faith makes a difference"   I began to think about what I desire for my family.  I want them to worship and be in a place that embraces faith.  Faith is easily spoken, but living it changes you as you are impacted by the spirit of what is taking place all around you.

I'm shaky in this form of walking.  I've not exercised my faith muscles much in the past few years.  I've not been in places that spoke of faith for some time.  It's time to take some baby steps.  It may feel like I can't move my feet or like I'll lose my balance.  I may need a walker or a crutch for a while.  But of this I am confident, I will learn to walk in faith again.