The first Bible story I remember hearing was about Noah's Ark. I do not recall having a hard time believing this story to be true. I never sturggled with believing there is a God, that His Son is Jesus, and that Jesus died to pay for the sins of all the people in this world. But, I did not believe I was one of the people He could forgive. Then one night, on the way to his house for dinner, my future husband asked me, "If you died, would you go to Heaven?" As I cried and gave all the reasons God couldn't love me, he turned it all around and spoke truth, solid and sure into my heart. Fast forward a few years, and I am staring into the pools of blue that are the eyes of my son, and I began to wonder, "Is this how God loves me? Could it possibly be?" Slowly and steadily, my heart was softening and opening up, not to just the truth of God's Word, but believing it. Then, one Sunday morning, the pastor was preaching on faith like a mustard seed, and I was tired of fighting. I knew it was time to let go of doubt, and I knelt at the altar, telling God that even though I did not understand why or how, I believed that He loved me, sent His Son to die for me, and I loved Him. I went to the alter an enemy of God, but I got up from believing and knowing I am now a forever loved daughter of God.
Believing God-it is what makes the difference in my relationship with Him. If I can believe Him for my salvation, then it does not make sense to doubt Him in any other area of my life.