Unwavering Faith

Someone I love asked me during a visit how it is that my faith seems so unwavering. If she only knew. I felt suddenly guilty of being pretentious. There was a time, early on, when I wondered if my faith, no matter how much it grew, would always be just a step ahead of ravenous atheism, the voice in my head that said "Never underestimate the power of suggestion," or "You're talking to yourself." While those particular reservations have grown distant and ineffective, others have risen which are of course more relevant to where I am now. My faith seems to move in a frequency pattern, with wavelengths, and so to describe it as unwavering is inherently inaccurate. Each choice we make to believe or obey God brings us to a new set of choices to be made and consequently new doubts to overcome. With the right choices, we move from such questions as "How can people in Australia be raptured up?" and into questions like "Would God really ask me to compromise the security of my family in order to travel to a particular place or be involved with this political activity?" Faith wavers, and doubts change but remain the same, for there is always a part of us that would resist his divine work and cling to an easier way.