Belief is a faint light that burns through the thickest darkness. The oil, black, that seeps through the cracks and taints all the light, melts away before the burning fire of steadfast faith.
I am not one to fall into shadow. The light swiftly crashes through my soul; cleansing, renewing, strengthening, protecting.
He is faithful, Who has called me.
He is faithful, Whom I believe.
Jesus, continue Your work in this soul. Cast out my sin to make room for joy. Create in me a heart that burns for You, that catches flame at the mention of Your name. And at the sound of Your voice, may I run headlong into grace.
Wash me daily in Your flood, and set me on the solid ground of Your steadfast love. “Faith as a mustard seed,” that is what You said. So, may this seed in me be planted, and may I sow abundantly and reap the same. Use me, Jesus; I am called by Your name… And there is no other name given among men, by which we must be saved. Amen.