Faith is one of the most elusive words in the English language. It promises nothing yet it is a firm belief in things unseen. It almost disturbs me, we are factual people with more confidence in probability. Faith is the sideline cheerleader of the improbable at times.

Based on the definition, "believing in things unseen," I love the word. 

I fear that it is overused, misused, to imply things will go your way if you have it. 

Faith has changed my life by experiencing it, but I must explain it is a spiritual word. It should not be thrown around in everyday conversation by people who don't really understand it. That is too often practiced in today's society.

I suggest there is a recipe for faith. Understand it is a belief in things unseen. Know that it is a relative of hope and fueled by love. It is a form of letting go and letting God, yet it hangs around with hope.

Faith is not for beginners. It has changed my life in that I believe in what the heavens tell me. It never lets me down. I may have to be patient, but the correct outcome or circumstance presents itself time and time again because of faith.

So, I'm affected by it in knowing things will be as they are supposed to be in my life. Every experience is a teacher. Faith is the fuel to the fire of life in me. 

Logic:  Looks like an apple, tastes like an apple, is an apple. A nutritional food source.

Faith: A gift in the form of an apple.  Tastes divine, gifted from a living being, a tree, enhanced with flavors of life, created by the Divine for savoring and nutrition. Implanted with seeds to be planted, to keep the gift of creation going.  A miracle, perfection.

Faith is a viewpoint unclouded with logic, fears or negativity. Faith enhances the bigger picture where logic minimizes it down with blunt force trauma.

Faith is opulent sensual underwear, worn for the delight of feel, the sensual experience,  blessed with the knowledge of love.

Logic is tighty whiteys, pristine, practical, with no expectations nor hope of expectations.

Faith is not rose colored glasses that logic scoffs at with patronizing pointlessness of the intangible.  While Faith is breathed in, embedded with love in the depths of your soul, it is not dramatic, emotive, flowers and 70's love child music.   Faith is in being a part of something you live for in your heart, to the depths of your soul, a presence beside and within you.   A concept, logic in it's black and white ideology, cannot comprehend nor quantify as it is invisible to its judgmental eyes.

Logic: It's just a damn apple, give it a rest.

Faith: Want a bite?

The day they laid their hands on me in prayer was the day everything changed. I was the person nobody liked. A child with temper tantrums. ADHD. Yet a heart so sweet that every calm encounter leaves you with a smile. I was that girl.

Then I was healed. Not of the ADHD. I was healed of a secret that scarred my heart. A secret not even I remember. And then everything changed. No more tantrums. And kind approval from my peers.

I started reading the Bible. And attended church activities twice a week. I started singing on the worship team. And then I joined TBQ.

TBQ was something this church did every year. It stood for Teen Bible Quiz. Students memorize passages of scripture and are quizzed on it during meets. They give names mentioned in the text and recite verses to answer questions. This was my first year at this church. The Rabbi's second son asked me to join. Several times. I finally sat in for one practice and decided to join. I and my sister.

That was the year. I started writing songs about the Lord, growing closer to Him in Love each day. I began to experience the love He has for me. I began to feel His love. Simply put, I fell in love. I fell in love with God.

Then, I received great confirmation in school and in my faith. My entire class hailed me as a genius. Students acknowledged me as the nicest, happiest person in school. People at church told me my heart was pure. One person said he looked up at me when I was worshipping and saw only purity. Just purity.

Then came the prophecy. A man and a woman of God was praying over the team members of TBQ after service. I saw them. And walked up to them.

I stared at him. He looked at me. After a few moments, He laid his hand on me and prayed over me. They prayed blessings over us. They prayed for wisdom, and strength, and boldness.

And after they finished and the group walked away, he put his arms around me, embraced me, and prayed a special prayer over me. He prayed over my heart. He declared that although God would let me fall, he would pick me back up and make me stronger. And He would make me into a woman of God.

And now, here I am. A woman of God having fallen and been raised again. Living in the knowledge that Jesus died to set me free, so I can be reconciled unto Him.