I wrote this piece sometime ago and the thought of it returned to me this morning like a soldier returning home from the battlefield. There was a mix of joy, trauma, welcome, love, hope and sweet peace. I am still not sure if the remix of this post is for me or someone else. The truth at work in this may never be mine to know. Thus, I believe in the urge that fell upon me in the quiet moments of the dawn and notion of love and harmony that quietly scrolls through my thoughts, unraveling them and weaving a new tapestry of wisdom and love for this day.
I believe…still. May it be so.
From the back of the crowded room, She shouted, “I believe!” What do you believe? Do you believe in the what others say about you? Do you find yourself lost in thought and quietly pondering what you think they are thinking about you?
To believe is to return over and over again to the same thought. When she shouted “I believe” with great conviction, this became her testimony of sorts, because she finally tapped into what the image of God that looks out at the world from behind her eyes was speaking to her soul. Her words; no the activity of her belief became her prophetic witness for a time such as this.
In the moments of my life where I engineered smallness, invisibility and trafficked in my own undoing, I was more concerned about and willing to live according to the thoughts and assumptions of others. Somehow this became more important than knowing anew what I already knew of myself and allowing that to be the fertile ground from which the evidence of my hope would spring eternally.
Think with me if you will about the word “Invest” and our willingness to to be vested first and foremost (in) ourselves. I believe that our ability to believe is an investment in the soul of our being. Our power and capacity to believe is astounding. Humanity is fueled by the power of that in which we place our belief. Once set in motion we can accomplish the unfathomable. Know this; all belief in anything and anyone stems from the roots of belief within each of us.
The voice attached to the declaration; “I believe” emerged from soul of my being. There I was hiding in plain sight, while my soul reached out from behind my fear, shame and all the other stuff that can hold us back if we allow it to do so.
What’s at work within you? Where is the activity of your heart and soul leading you? Do you believe in what is at work within your very being, still? May your belief be bread for your journey and a light upon your path that orders and guides your every step.