Sure of what we hope for, certain of what we do not see
Before I came to Guatemala, I was smugly satisfied with the amount of faith I have displayed in my life.
Faith is something that has been spoken over me ever since I took a spiritual gifts class six years ago. I had no clue what that even meant at the time, but it was all coming into focus over the past two years: quitting my career, going on the World Race, interning at a church, applying for seminary (in Texas, of all places), and again quitting my job to lead a Real Life trip to Guatemala.
I thought I was all stocked up on faith. I was confident … maybe even a little cocky.
And...