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PatienceFaith to Muster
By Mitzi Smith

As a child, I was given a clear locket with a mustard seed inside. The necklace was a gift from a friend and was clear so you could see the seed enclosed. I remember around the age of eight asking my mother the significance of the mustard seed. She said that if I even had faith as small as a mustard seed, then I could move mountains (Matthew 17:20).

That goal seemed easily attainable as a small child, but child-like faith is not so easy to come by as we grow in years and experience.

At the age of fifteen, while at a band training camp, I received some devastating news. My dad called to inform me that a Black Widow spider had bitten my mother and the doctors were not expecting her to live. The venom had attacked her respiratory system and heart as a result of an allergic reaction to the bite. For three days she was unaware that she was even alive.

After receiving the phone call, I returned to my dorm room, locked the door and prayed. I remember begging God to restore my mother's health and let her live. I pulled out my Bible and began to read. As I did, an awesome peace came over me and I stopped crying and was calm. God moved that mountain in my life by healing my mother.

Later, I saw God move again in the area of health. My nephew, Eric, was two years old when the doctors found a grapefruit-size tumor on the base of his brain. It was a routine visit to the doctor, but one MRI later, the baby was rushed to a nearby city and the tumor was removed that very day.

Often Eric would suffer with pain after the surgery. When this happened, my brother would sing, "Jesus Loves Me" to him and he would get calm. The pain seemed to ease. That was all the faith my brother could find during the time to just trust. God was more than enough.

The depths of the valleys often measure the mountains in my life. God is faithful. He sees our hearts and knows our needs. He is tender and compassionate. If we can "muster" a tiny bit of faith and believe, He will do the rest. No matter what size the mountain we are facing. He will either move us over it, around it, through it, or He can just move that thing out of our way. It is always in His timing and in His way. He is never late, and whatever the answer to our pleas, He is working His good and developing in us a deeper walk and faith.

"If I go to heights of the dawn, if I sail to the far side of the sea; even there your hand will be guiding me, holding me, steadfastly." These are familiar words from Psalm 139 that my best friend and I used in a song while in college nearly fifteen years ago. God has moved us around, through and over many obstacles since then, but one thing is always the same He is steadfast and faithful.
Mitzi Smith is a wife and a mother of three. She enjoys leading Praise and Worship at her local church in central Mississippi. "When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart's delight, for I bear your name, O Lord God Almighty." (Jeremiah 15:16) You can contact Mitzi through the Your Letters page of this Magazine.

I have learned to accept people for where they are at in their lives and gently encourage and support them. (No matter how many times I have to repeat the same thing over and over! (Jan Warrick)

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