I closed my eyes to ask Jesus to be my Savior, and opened them to find the world, and myself, seemingly the same as before. It was quite a disappointment. Maybe you have been disappointed like that, and have therefore given up on faith. If so, let me tell you about the nest I found.
There it was, bouncing from a branch in the winds of winter - the tiniest of bird-nests...ragged, slightly worn, but still intact. Looking closely, I could see bits of grass, a few strands of thread, and some tiny sticks. A bird had diligently gathered and woven these common substances into a home....fragile, frail....but strong against the forces of the world.
Faith can be like that. The first step is to ask forgiveness, repent of sin, and receive Jesus in prayer. But, from that day on, if you’re looking, God daily gives you small strands of substance...a thread of Bible verse here, a grass-blade of sermon there, and prayers each day – like sticks, for strength. You keep at it, and almost to your surprise you eventually find that you have, with God’s help, a home for your soul, a fragile thing, but strong enough to take a beating from wind and storm – and to provide shelter, also, for others you love.
Persist! Faith is rarely a mind-blowing, one-time event...it is a daily, diligent weaving of truth, grace, and prayer. If God enables one of the smallest of His creatures to accomplish this, surely He will enable you, too.