Perfect my faith, dear Lord.
It is so easy to believe when things are going well. But now, the rain has come. The storm is on the horizon. The years of plenty have turned into days of yearning emptiness. There is no blossom on the tree. The limbs are cold and barren and crooked and gnarled. Pain screams from the grayness. It takes great faith to believe then, Lord. I do not have that kind of faith. But I have faith that You alone, Lord, can perfect the gift You once gave. You alone can perfect faith.
Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word of God. I read Your Word, Lord, but faith seems allusive. Place security around me to protect Your Word from being stolen. Perfect my faith, dear Lord. I cry to You for I feel it slip, slip, slipping away. And yet it cannot, for you are the author and perfecter of my faith. The cross will not permit faith to fail. It is nailed firmly in place. Faith is secure. It is unmoving and steadfast. The devil is a liar.
Your faith is safe for it does not originate in fallen sinful flesh. Rather, faith originates in its Author, and its Author is unshakable!!! You have unshakable faith! If faith as tiny as a mustard seed can move mountains, just imagine what a perfected faith can do!