Faltering Faith

The Lord on high is mightier
Than the noise of many waters,
Than the mighty waves of the sea.
Psalm 93

shimmer marvia davidsonSometimes my faith is shaken, not rock solid.  Sometimes I forget my God and His mighty power at work in my life and the world around me.

He is still good.
He is still Sovereign.
He is still with me.

Sometimes, though, I forget.  I get caught up in the world, the turmoil, the brokenness.  My heart begins to beat faster.  Fear nearly swallows me whole.  Maybe you’ve been there too.

Life is going quite well.  In an instant you are overrun by thoughts of catastrophe, wicked ends, and insidious lies. Falling apart, restless, disgruntled, even perturbed you secretly wish to rail against God.  You want things to be better.  You can’t stand the evil, the injustice, or the fears.

But in a moment of quiet, in the soft space between your breaths, comes the instigation of hope.  God speaks. He quells the firestorm.  He commands the waves “be still.”  Your heart returns to a calming, steady pace.

Yes, I am there with you too.  I falter many times.  I have not been a perfect christian.  I have fumbled, bumbled, doubted, and questioned.  I have turned my back, hung by a thread, and nearly been consumed by overwhelming hopelessness and helplessness.  But God…

At just the right time, He showed up; and He keeps showing up.  My railing, venting, and too-often doubting don’t scare Him away, don’t make Him walk away.  My inability to sometimes cope well does not anger him.  My flighty faith does not deter His ardent pursuit of my wholeness.  He is gentle and kind, reminding me to trust and believe.  So when I read Psalm 93, I hear the whisper of the Holy and Divine: “I am mighty to save. Nothing is too big for me.  You need not be afraid.  I am with you.”  Let that truth sink in.  Can you believe it?

I struggle too, but I know this much is true: when I share my broken, vulnerable soul blurts with God, He hears.  There is no condemnation.  Instead I find solace and a comforting reassurance.  I find the resurgence of peace, like a tranquil river gently moving, washing away my fears .

ps 93 marvia davidson

I know this world is a wacky one, bent and broken, manipulating and scheming, hurtful and destructive.  But God, beloved, has good for you.  He has peace for you that defies explanation.  He has a future and a hope for you.

Hold fast to this truth: The Lord is Mighty, and He will come and save you.  Just believe.  Hold faith. Don’t let go of Him.  He’ll never let you go, nor leave you or forsake you.

May the tumultuous noise of life’s storms become a hush in the Holy.  May your heart find strength in your God and King.  May your soul rest secure in the God who cannot be shaken.  This is my prayer for you, beloved.

More words of hope…

Jeremiah 29:11
Romans 8:1, 28
Psalm 1
2 Timothy 1:7
Psalm 20
Psalm 91
Isaiah 41:10


NKJV Study Bible. Radmacher, gen ed. Nashville: Thomas Nelson, 1997.

Linking up with Stephanie Spencer for Psalms Journey this week. Come join the reflections and discussions.  Ponder the Psalms.  Find hope and healing in God’s word. He never fails.



4 thoughts on “Faltering Faith

  1. Beautiful! Just lovely, as a testimony of real faith in the real world.

    I come from another place – I spent a long time dealing with evil, and walking through some of the worst things the world could offer (or at least certain geographical areas). Places thaqt God seemed to have abandoned a long time ago.

    My faith was shaken and spilled and ran off into dry ground…but it rose again, because of the example of Jesus on the Cross. His death was not easy, was not eased, was not anything other than ghastly. If that was good enough for God, what did I have to complain about? How could I rail against the unfairness of kids killed by an IED when God Himself was tortured to death?

    I believe – I HAVE to believe – that God is not Santa Claus; rather, he is the medical corpsman who will run through the bullets to kneel by your side when you are down in the field, who will patch you if He can and hold your hand if that’s all He can do, so you won’t die alone.

    And that is all I really need.

    • Oh snap! Powerful imagery in that last paragraph Andrew. He is our “medical corpsman” by our side, in the dirt, dirt among us, weeping with us. he know’s the pain of piercing sorrow. Thank you for stopping by to read!

  2. Beautiful, Marvia. I love this: “… But I know this much is true: when I share my broken, vulnerable soul blurts with God, He hears. There isn’t condemnation.” Thanks for these powerful words.

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