Hebrews 11:1 King James Version

11 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

I’m often approached by people (both strangers and acquaintances) who say idiotic things. Things like how do I do this or how do I do that. I tell them, and the first thing they say is something to the tune of ‘I couldn’t ever do that because……….’, and from there the excuses range widely. But they all point to lack of faith.

Ever heard that saying ‘strong body equals strong mind’? And of course the opposite is true as well, talk to a person with a weak body and their mind is weak as well. They’re followers rather than leaders, take the easy and cheap way out due to laziness, and most certainly almost every one of them lacks faith. I assure you, if you fall into that latter category the first thing you need to figure out is how you’re going to get to the point where you have strong faith. Because after that everything else will fall into place. That’s not up for debate, that’s just the fact of the matter.

Your faith………..or lack there of……….determines your attitude and actions on everything. Every. Single. Thing. I speak from experience.

I get compliments on my fitness quite often. And it’s not perfect. My old trainer would call me a fattie, for sure. I love to bake and sorry but I don’t apologize for being a size seven rather than the desired size five I should and most definitely could be. I’m tall, pretty, and have it better than a lot of women I know. What these people who pay the compliments don’t realize is that it doesn’t just happen. It’s not fucking magic. I don’t wake up full of energy any more than they do. I almost always am on overtime at work plus have a 45 minute commute each way. I live alone and have to make time for both the indoor and outdoor chores. When I don’t do them……….which happens……….they just don’t get done, there’s no other adult to ask for help and no kids to order around to get it done. It’s all me. So yes I have to force myself to do what keeps up the fitness………..the workouts and the healthy food cooking. There is many a time………… three-quarters of the time I’d guess………..that the only way I get through it is by faith. Say a prayer that I’ll get through the rest of the day without falling asleep if I take time to do the workout rather than sleep. Say a prayer I won’t be late to work if I take time to do the workout. Say a prayer that bills will get paid even if I spend a ridiculous amount on healthy foods. You get the picture?

I’ve been called a badass by people just for walking my dog after work. Because I work second shift hours and after work I walk her anytime between 1:30AM and 4:30AM. To me this is the best time as it avoids heat sickness and farmer tans, but I guess most people don’t think the way I do. Poor them. Anyhow, she likes to go over the riverwalk, and also there are a couple of fields around and I see coyotes all the time and once in awhile some big cats. Mostly the coyotes, especially in spring to early summer. And apparently I should be scared shitless of being raped on the riverwalk or attacked by one of the coyotes! Lol! Nope, not at all……….. At times down by the riverwalk there’s some shady looking people out and yeh they could be doing witchy things. Actually some I’m almost positive are. You can feel it. The coyotes like to stop what they’re doing and watch us walk by, but I just say hi to them same as I would any dog and keep on walking. Another spot she likes to walk is the botanical gardens. I’ve seen the coyotes on that property, but so far none on the paths. I sometimes wonder what I’d do if I see any of these shady people or run into one of the coyotes when she pulls me down one of the unlighted paths in these stupid flower gardens, but as of yet that hasn’t happened. Without a doubt what keeps us safe is the faith. I usually am listening to a Bible study or some worship music to ward off the bad when we’re out walking. So far, so good. And it’s definitely what makes me not a bit scared to be out there, to walk by the shady people, and to say hello to a coyote like it’s a house pet.

When you have strong enough faith it speaks to you in the form of the Holy Spirit. This is only if you have invited it……….it being the Holy Spirit, aka Jesus Christ………., to live inside of you though. You don’t just get it without asking for it. One of the strongest communications I’ve had with this is when I was going through the stupid house-buying process……….which sucks and I’ll never do it again unless it doesn’t involve taking out a mortgage………. Anyhow, lots of bullshit happened as it always does when you’re doing that process. Every time I’d pray about it I knew it would be ok and come out fine in the end because of the song that would pop into my mind. An old one I hadn’t heard since I was a child and haven’t heard again since. It goes something like this: ‘expect a miracle when you pray expect a miracle every day’. That’s the only part of it I know. I remember it as a boring song but it does have a point. And the fact I’m not a big fan of the song, I hadn’t heard it in so long and haven’t since, and the only line that I kept hearing was ‘expect a miracle when you pray’ is what tells me it was the faith at work. I’m sure there’s skeptics out there when I tell of the things like that that I’ve experienced, but aren’t you among those who are stuck on something and refuse to try faith? Just saying.

I know a few people who want to work where I work, have the experience needed, and I feel their personalities would be a good fit and so have recommended them for positions. But they were even more weak minded than I could have guessed. They said they’d come have an interview, but I ended up looking like a liar to my boss because they listened to all the naysayers at their current workplace and all it takes is a few lies and they’re too scared to leave a place that makes them miserable. Even though common sense says if the last decade has went from bad to worse you have nothing to lose and just fucking go for it. It’s one of those places if you go have a coffee at the ‘wrong time’ you are ‘written up’, and it’s worse than ever now because one of the newer supervisors I’m pretty sure is a warlock. Now you see, if these people had faith they’d be able to get out of this hellhole, but without it they’re looking longingly at what they want but will never be able to have it no matter how bad they want it. So they stay there, miserable, bitching about it, complaining to me about it, I offer them help and a way out, and they just can’t do it. Can I say weak minded?! And faithless?! See how these two go hand-in-hand?! So anyhow, I had worked at my current job before. Had to leave for the fake ass corona lies that swept the planet. Wasn’t my idea to leave I assure you. I ended up at the hellhole I just mentioned. I would have to pray before walking in and hum gospel songs almost constantly while inside just to make it through a shift. There’s way too many details to put in this particular article, but maybe I’ll make one for that sometime. I was looking for another job and before an interview I asked not to even be offered the job if it wasn’t the right one. The interview was total bullshit, and I wouldn’t have worked there for a thousand dollars an hour. But I knew I couldn’t stay where I was. I had lined up another interview and prayed the same thing. Turns out I never even had to go to it as I woke up the day before the interview to a couple of voicemails to go back to my old job. Then I was worried about the fact it’s paid by a contract agency rather than being a permanent employee of the company, but the boss said he’d ask if I could get approved for one of the contracts without an end date and it has insurance and pto time and such. So I said thanks and also prayed that I’d get the contract and told God if I was meant to accept the position I wanted that to get approved as a sign. It was approved. So fast forward to almost a year later. Everything is well, the small issues that arrive I pray over and they are solved. I’ve gotten reaquainted with some people I knew before, and become closer to some of them. Not the ones I would have guessed either, but definitely they are meant to have come into my life. A full time position opened up, and I put in an application for it. Everyone tried to say it was the perfect position for me and to just take it……….cuz they just assumed I’d be the one offered the job. I had a weird feeling about it, like it wasn’t right but I did fill out the application for it and got the email saying it was received. I of course prayed the same prayer as I had when looking to leave the hellhole, asking to not be offered the job if it wasn’t a good fit for me. So a little time goes by and I hear another woman got it, and when asked by my lead person why I didn’t the supervisor in charge was like “What!? She wanted it?! I didn’t even see her application”! I knew from the beginning that the other woman has been there longer plus been in that department longer and deserved it. I was told she didn’t want it when I asked is the only reason I even applied. She’s a friend to me at work and that wouldn’t be right if she wanted it for me to even apply as far as I’m concerned. Cuz I’m not an asshole like that to a friend. So anyway when the lead person told me I just shrugged and said “Well she deserves it more than I do, but I did fill out the application and have the email as proof. It must have been meant to be for her”. And that was that. The dude expected me to be pissed I could tell. And if it was him he would have ran his mouth to everyone and said he should have gotten it and badmouthed the boss and who knows who else. I’ve seen the way he operates and it’s not always good. Me, I know it was God’s doing. I know it made the other woman happy to get the job because it was meant for her. Not for me, for her. For me it could have made a good thing turn bad. And I am genuinely happy for her as she’s awesome as fuck. My faith tells me this was an answer to my prayer and that my time will come when it comes and for now I’m happy being a temp. Because I’m not an idiot like those who refuse to even come in for an interview just because of the word temp. I know that a supernatural force who goes by the name Jesus is in charge. He got me back in the place, assures I have a good time while I’m there almost every day, makes sure I get enough hours to pay my bills and a break from them before I break, and if it’s meant to happen I will have a permanent position there. If not, I’m good anyway. I’ve just last week passed the one year mark of returning and we shall see what happens during the next year.

So yeh, it’s not a fucking superpower, but it is supernatural, and once again it’s called faith! I hope you already have it, but if not I’d suggest going and finding it as it makes life run smoother. So. Much. Smoother.