Hope When We Don’t Understand


Some days I read the Word, and it is not enough.  So, I read on, seeking an answer in its pages.

Other days, I read one verse, and it is too much.  My mind staggers at the promise, the reality, of all that God is.

On these days, I echo the father of the demon-possessed child in Mark 9:24 –

"And straightway the father of the child cried out, and saith with tears,

Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief."

We don't have to get it right – knowing the entirity of God's personality and wisdom.

We simply keep going to the Word, letting it fill our minds with It's truth.

His Holy Spirit gives us exactly what we need for each day.

Even when we don't understand, we still believe.