FAITH

Every morning, he programs 45 seconds onto the keypad on the microwave. Opens the door reaches, inside and he closes it. That's my husband's routine, day after day. He has faith that I will first, make coffee, and then prepare a cup of the fresh brew, just as he likes it and set it inside the microwave, waiting for him to wake up. All he has to do is warm it up.

And like the child who sits at the table, knowing Mom is cooking breakfast, he'll be eating something delicious soon. That's faith. Or as an adult, you call 911 knowing someone will come. That's faith. Putting the key in the ignition, knowing the car will start, that's faith.

Romans 1:17 For in the gospel a righteousness from God is revealed, a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: The righteous will live by faith.

I sit in the darkness of the early morning, wiaitng for the sunrise. I imagine what the warmth will feel like on my face, the prisims of light splashing across the floor reflecting off the sun cather in the window. That's faith. There are times when my faith waivers, when I'm not sure I can meet a deadline, or I'm challenged by a new promject. Am I good enough, quick enough, smart enough? As I sit in the darkness waiting for God to turn on His light in the early morning I am reminded because He lives and because He is ever present in my life, I can do it. I can face another day with determination and strength I didn't know I had. Once again, that's faith.