Tag Archives: Faith

Faith takes wing

“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1



Faith takes wing

and flaps to the sky,

not knowing the how—

but trusting he will—

come through.


Faith is flying on air

I cannot see.


Believing God can do something is only half the equation. He calls me to put feet to my faith, or, take wings to the sky. I play an active role in his response to my prayers.

Faith is action. Doing. Moving forward. Faith is not sitting around and waiting—unless that’s what he said to do.

Faith is pushing past worry and fear. Past the past and into the future. Faith is marching around a city for seven days; it’s leaving Egypt and crossing the sea as on dry land. Faith is flapping wings and flying into air that can’t be seen.

And when you’re a writer…faith is pressing “send”.


Face the wall

Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord…” 2 Kings 20:2


When Hezekiah heard that he would die, he turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord. He wept bitterly. God heard his prayer and answered, allowing him to live another 15 years.

Hezekiah went to the right place when he needed help. He turned to face the wall and prayed.

What’s my first reaction to distressing news? Do I take it to the Lord?

May my first response be to face the wall.

Lord, be my first thought. The immediate inclination of my heart. When distress looms and despair grips, may my first reaction be to turn to you. And there, honestly and openly, let me confess the fears and anxieties, disappointments and frustrations, entrusting the battle, the crisis, whatever the news…to you.


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What do I have?

“Elisha replied to her, ‘How can I help you? Tell me, what do you have in your house?'” 2 Kings 4:2


A widow from among the prophets was about to lose her two sons to a creditor. Elisha asked what she had and worked with that. He told her to pour the little oil she had into jars. The oil kept flowing until all the jars were filled. She was able to sell the oil, pay her debts and live on the rest.

God uses what we have, no matter how small. Like the two fish and five loaves of the New Testament, He is able to multiply it to feed a crowd. He doesn’t ask for what we don’t have, but looks for faithfulness with what we’ve been given. He does the rest.

Our part is being faithful with what we have.

What does He ask of me? What do I have.

And…my new rose bush has this one little bloom, but look what one little bloom can do.

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The chilly waters of change

“…they rejected him and in their hearts turned back to Egypt.” Acts 7:39


The Israelites wanted to go back to Egypt—back to the only way they knew—slavery.

It takes time to adjust to the chilly waters of change. It’s not always comfortable to welcome the unseen and embrace the new—to believe and trust when life is thrown off-balance. It’s tempting to go back to lukewarm waters where one knows how to maneuver, even if it’s not the best choice for the long run.

The waters of change take time to adjust to. One has to learn where to step and when to trust the next foothold and move forward. It’s not necessarily the easy way; it’s the new way. And, however scary, it’s better to move forward with God than to turn back to Egypt.

Lord, go with me and lead the way. Let me not turn back to comfort zones and old ways. Give me the faith to believe in You, the trust to know you won’t leave me and the faith to move forward. Amen.


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No detail too small

“Then he said to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.'” John 20:27


Just a week before, this is what Thomas said he would need to believe. “…unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.” John 20:25

Jesus knew Thomas’s struggle and met him there. He provided exactly what Thomas needed to believe: the nail scarred hands and pierced side.

No doubt or detail is too small for Jesus to notice. No need is too trivial and no person too insignificant. He goes to great lengths to reveal himself to us, wanting to satisfy the doubts.

He meets us right where we are.


Just as He noticed little children

and knew that someone touched his cloak…

Just as He saw Zaccheus in the tree

and knew where to throw the net from the boat…


Just as He knew the heart of the wealthy man

and where to find a donkey beside her colt…

Just as He knew a room was waiting

and exactly when to go…


The one who knows the details

meets us right where we are;

He understands our doubts

and answers questions of the heart.



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Off the shelf

“…It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial.” John 12:7*


Did Mary have any clue that the perfume she owned was intended to anoint the Lord? What motivated her to pour it on His feet? Her gesture was nothing short of beautiful.

I can only hope that I would be so ready and willing to let go of my valuable possessions if the Lord needed them for His purposes.


When it’s time to let go

of expensive perfumes—

valuable treasures

collecting dust on the shelf.


Find my heart willing

to pour them all out

at the feet of Jesus—

for purposes beyond self.


photo and poem by Patty Perkins


*The One Year Bible, NIV, May 21, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Pubishers, Wheaton, IL.


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This cracked pot

“…Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” Galations 2:20*



Unleash your creative power

Think a new thought through me

Extend your arms of love

Reaching out to those in need.


You who speckle the sky with stars

And lighten the dark with the moon

Who brightens the day with the sun

Giving flowers to bud and bloom


What would you do through me

Yielded to be your home?

Carry bread to a hungry world

Living water to thirsty souls.


poem and photo by Patty Perkins


Christ lives in me. The magnitude of that statement is mind boggling. Christ in me. Imagine…the Creator dwelling in this cracked pot of a temple and calling it home!

What would He do with a life given over to Him? What thoughts would seep? What acts of mercy extend? What lives would be changed simply because Christ was near?

My hope is to live every day — every moment — believing Christ lives in me.

*The One Year Bible, September 16, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.


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