Why I Believe

There is a blogger out there that I don't read too often, but when I do I am glad I did. I have not met her before, just found her through some friend's blog, but she has some great thoughts. This post in particular says exactly what I would say if I could. Here's a little bit if it. Click the link to read the rest of it.

There are times when I wish my faith in God was perfectly box-shaped, with the corners tucked in neatly, and the whole thing tied up with a big, red bow.

There are times I wish I had bite-sized answers for the hard questions. Answers that make easy sense within the framework of my humanity. Answers that don't stretch me too much.

But it doesn't work that way. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. And that can get messy. Young mothers get sick. Husbands leave. Terrorists fly planes into buildings. I follow a God who has promised me peace and comfort and joy, but on His terms, not mine.