Reindeer Slippers and Mustard Seeds

So, my friends. We are back, with a blog post inspired by my adorable little reindeer slippers with blinky noses pictured above. I did my daily thing, which consists of running around outside barefoot till I can no longer feel my feet, then madly stampeding for the house and hoping up and down and hating myself till my toes are once again bendable. OK, its not that bad, and its good for your health so why not? (And since the ornery January Thaw made it's appearance, running around in what little snow is left really isn't a feet anyway.) (Yes I see what I did there.)
Here's a story of how the little deer's taught me a lesson on faith.

Nope, life just isn't easy. And, although optimist's like me like to think a smile and a little bit of chocolate will make everything right again, sadly the world's problems just aren't that simple. But then again, I also complicate things by looking to the wrong things to solve my problems. Like a smile and chocolate for example. I had to do the thing, give up. I had to admit to myself, and to God, that I didn't know the answer, I didn't know how to move the mountain, and I certainly did not know what to do. So I gave up. I told God I have a huge, gigantic, enormous, problem that I don't know what to do with. I told Him I hardly have faith that He could do anything about it. I felt so stuck, so lost, and so far gone, I really didn't know if I was reachable. So I prayed for a miracle. I prayed hard. But it felt like God was silent. Ever feel that way? Like you pray and pray, and still nothing? To be honest, I'm still praying for that miracle. But the thing is, it's like my reindeer's with their red blinking noses, It's easy to do the thing that feels good, instead of the thing you know will hurt. It's far easier to stay inside, with my little deers keeping my feet warm, then making myself run through snow. It's way easier to compromise, than to stand up for what you know is right. It's way easier to get caught up in passions and fads of the world, than to stand on God's word, unashamed, getting in the way of evil, and risking all for the cause of Christ. And you may be thinking this is so lame, I wouldn't have to run through snow. And you're right, I wouldn't have to. But I want to. It reminds me of the miracle I'm praying for. It reminds me to chose the hard way, even if it hurts. It reminds me to trust, to have faith, that my miracle is coming. God is not silent. He is only waiting. Oh, how I loathe waiting. But in this time of waiting, I keep praying. I keep praying for faith the size of a mustard seed. God promised with faith that small we could move mountains. 
What is your mountain?
What miracle are you praying for?
Maybe you're trying to decide what road you will take. You have two choices. One road is easy, with bunny slippers so to speak. The other, you may have to run in the snow, barefoot. The choice is yours, really. But it's a choice you have to make.

When I lay myself down on that alter, things became clear. I had my answer. I knew I had to chose the road of ice and snow and run. Run towards Jesus. Run with everything I had, and all that I was, and pursue the heart of Jesus. He wasn't silent, he was just waiting till I was quiet enough to hear his still small voice. 
I'm not here saying I'm now all spiritual and godly. My miracle has not come. My mountain is still as massive and un-moving as ever, my faith has not yet reached the mustard seed size. I've just given up. I'm done with mediocre. I'm done with compromise. I'm done with normal.
"So I'll stop searching for the answers
I'll stop praying for an escape
And I'll trust you, God, with where I am
and believe that You will have Your way.
Just have your way." (Have Your Way, Britt Nicole) 

 Goodnight, I pray you have a blessed weekend. And what ever choice you make, I pray you make the right one. It will determine the rest of your life.




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