by Velma aka Shammah

Created on: September 01, 2008

Some days, I forget; I run to the "phone" and not the "throne," when seeking advice. Some days, I try everything and everyone else first. Such has been my legacy and my journey and it has been the Grace of God leading me back to the path, the only path, where I will find He who is always there and He who knows before I ask, before I seek, before I knock.

Do I always place more trust in God? No, sadly I do not. I am being honest here folks, for I am trying to undo a lot of years of man's doctrine, religious upbringing and moralistic perpetuity that has been ingrained deeply into the fiber of this human person. Being human, the natural tendency is to want to see the person I am asking for help, to hear with the human ear the advice I want to receive, to touch the cash that I need to pay the mortgage, to stash up stuff and store it away...just in case.

And so, I fall down and I realize the magnitude of His patience as He does answer me, through the voice of another. But, as of late as I draw nearer, as I press closer unto Him, these instances are far less frequent where He will give me the answer, help me out, through another human being. In past times, He did this frequently. I know He was building my faith in His faithfulness. I have many spiritual markers, now, to fall back upon, to remember when things were tough or I found my self in a situation where there was no "earthly way out," and voila! There in fact was "no earthly way out," and yet I got out of the sticky situation! He saw me through it, and everything turned out as it should.

Faith, trust; these words can be used and are used interchangeably. It's not faith if you have the answer. Trust is somewhat the same, is it not. Whether it be a person or God, we are trusting they will accomplish or do for us that which we cannot do for ourselves, correct? But, I've learned, that the frailty of humanity is in each and everyone of us. I've trusted loved ones in situations where I have been let down. Why they let me down is because they are just like me. Life happens to all of us and my friend or family member upon whom I relied or in whom I trusted, well they met a crossroads in their lives and when it came down to choice, me or them, well, I lost out. I did not blame them (for too long); I understood they had to make a choice.

But God! Well, He is always there. He created me. He is the potter and I am the clay. Being made of clay, can I do anything by or for myself? Think of yourself as a teacup that has been

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