I have become somewhat obsessed with -ing. As in, the verb form used as a present participle, as a gerund, and sometimes as an independent noun or adjective.
I am definitely ill-qualified to have such an obsession because (I’m embarrassed to say) I’ve forgotten most of the English grammar rules I learned in 9th grade. But, the reason I keep lingering on -ing is not to hash out the intricacies of English grammar.
I’m interested in what it means to actively, continually, desperately believe.
The best way a word can communicate such hopeful hanging-on is, I think, those three little letters on the end.
Believing is the thread that runs through my day when I’m in the middle of desperation or in the middle of delight. Every step is belief that God will be a promise keeper for the next.
What do you call the thread of belief that runs through the day?
I am just drenched in delight over the active, on-going, continual process of believing. God is able to supply everything I need to believe in every moment – no matter what the moment holds. Often from one moment to the next our belief is tested in different ways, stretched in different directions, and pushed past its breaking point. But, nevertheless, in EVERY moment God is promise keeper, filling our souls with belief enough to withstand the moments.
And not just belief enough to get through the moments, but belief enough to ENJOY Him in every moment.
I just can’t get over it. If you’re wondering where I’m at this weekend, you’ll find me believing from one moment to the next.
God is faithful to supply all our needs according to His riches in glory. He is faithful to keep His promises to us and our lives explode with joy as a result.