The first time I remember hearing the word “believe” was in the show Peter Pan. Tinkerbell basically said we had to believe if we wanted her to live — and to clap to help her.
It was very emotional and we were asked into the situation. It was the first time I thought I could believe in something.
But my beliefs about Who God was and Who Jesus was, fell by the wayside during my teen years. I fell into the world with its ideas. I was drawn into ways of the world. They drew me farther away from God. I thought He wouldn’t know what I did.
Wrong. God knew everything that was going on.
Finally after my searching for my purpose in life, He led me into a very strong belief in Him, in Jesus and in The Holy Spirit. And this road toward my belief has been encouraging, joyful and full of peace and no fear.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me (John 14:1, NIV).”
I learned this scripture at a Vacation Bible Camp in Wasaga Beach in 1954. I remember that day well. I remember the scripture and how we got lost coming back to the cottage. On my way home with my sister, we got on the wrong bus. After going to a friend’s house, we were picked up in a police car and met our parents at the police station. I guess they prayed a lot that day and believed that we would turn out safe.
What are your beliefs? They do make you who you are.
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