1. Being sincerely grateful. (Day One)
2. Have faith in what you pray/ask/think for. (Day Two)
Faith (in Greek: pistis) is to see/recognize (elegchos) the existence (hupostasis) of things (pragmaton) hoped for (elpizomenon) which are not seen (oo blepopenon).
(The words in brown are in the Greek language.)
There are a lot of different philosophies about what faith is. In Wallace D. Wattle’s book, “The Science of Getting Rich” he say’s, “Also, faith is born of gratitude. The reaction of gratitude upon one’s own mind produces faith. Every outgoing wave of grateful thanksgiving increases faith. The person who has no feeling of gratitude cannot long retain a living faith. Without a living faith you cannot get rich by the creative method.”
Since faith is tied in closely with gratitude, I believe faith is a perfect choice for my Day Two addition. Faith is simply believing without seeing!
I am related to a lady who acts on assumptions. I routinely remind her that “we are assuming this, it doesn’t mean it is true. We need the facts before we know what happened exactly.” But there she goes, because we had put 2 and 2 together and came up with 7, what we had just assumed becomes her truth. She 100% believes our assumptions without knowing the facts or being there to see what happened. It is the wildest thing to listen to her.
Somewhat, like my relative, I will strengthen my faith. I will know, like I know, like I know that the thoughts that are in my mind and my heart are real and factual. The things I hope for, dream of and think about, but yet have seen, are in existence now and are mine.
My daughter, became very sick twice, once at age 5 and the other was at age 6. The first time I was holding her, praying for her to become well and calling my Dad and asked him to pray for her. I went pretty much without sleep for 3 nights. What happened on this particular day is while my daughter was laying helplessly in my arms as I was rocking her, she all of the sudden jumped up out of my arms, went to the front door, flung it open and ran outside. Smiling and very excited she screames, “The doctor, the doctor." Waving into the country fall air at what appeared to be nothing. She ran inside into her playroom and started playing like she hadn’t been sick at all. I asked her, “who were you waving at?” She simply said, “The doctor."
The second time, when she was 6 years old, I was rocking her upstairs in the living room. Again, she climbed out of my lap, ran to our big window and started waving as fast as she could. I jumped up, ran to the windows and seen nothing but a bright, clear blue sky over cow pastures with mountains in the far distance. Looking down at her I asked, “who are you waving at?” She joyfully and matter of factly answered, “The doctor, Mom.” In a matter of a moment, she was so sick and then she was entirely well.
During this time, I had put peacock feathers and other decorations on the counter where I had started making a floral arrangement before she had gotten sick. She ran to the counter, picked up all the feathers and clipped them onto a faux tree that was sitting in a corner by the window. When she had finished decorating the little tree, she ran downstairs to her playroom and started playing like she had never been sick. (She is now 15 years old and the feathers are still on that tree from that day as a reminder that something very powerful and special happened to my little girl.)
Because I did not see anything or anyone, I have a boat load of faith that she either saw a spirit, an Angel, Jesus, she saw someone who touched her and made her well. I know and I have no doubt that this spirit was so clear to her that she felt obliged, both times, to wave and say goodbye to them. She was filled with an overabundance of happiness and appeared to be filled with so much glee that they had visited her, it was like she decorated the tree in their honor and went on about her business. I looked out that window, for I know an hour afterwards, saying thank you.
That’s the faith I am incorporating back into my life. Knowing, like I know, like I know, like I KNOW that my thoughts create my life and my dreams really do become reality. I may not be able to see it or touch it at this moment, but it is surely here and it is surely mine. I have no doubt about it. My faith is strong, my faith is real and my faith is mine.
Peace be with you always :)
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