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Have you ever used the term “blind faith” to describe faith in God and His Word? If you have, this story is for you.

When I was growing up, mine was one of those families that stayed put. Even when we outgrew our home, my parents bought another one in the same school district within walking distance from our old neighborhood and our friends. I went to school with the same kids from elementary through high school except for those painful 10 months that began at the end of 7th grade.

Dad had accepted a new position at work, a promotion that meant we had to move three hours away from our home town of Raleigh. To my brothers and me, it sounded like an adventure, but it didn’t take long for me to feel like an alien in the new neighborhood. Even with the friends I made there, I didn’t feel the deep-down comfort and sense of belonging I had experienced in Raleigh.

At the new school I had to navigate my way through unfamiliar halls and interact with unfamiliar people—students and teachers alike. How I longed to see myself again through the eyes of people that knew me, be able to laugh with them over shared memories, remember who I was, what I was doing and where I was going. I wanted to be the one that welcomed newcomers to MY turf instead of the one waiting (and hoping) to be welcomed to theirs.

In the short time we lived in the wilderness—uh, new town—I became a bit more comfortable. But when Dad announced we were moving back to Raleigh, I was overjoyed. I had been stumbling around in the dark and couldn’t wait to get back to the light. Apparently my folks felt the same way because they wasted no time finding us a house two streets over from where we had lived before.

To this day, I still appreciate the familiar. I like adventure and excitement, but I want to come home to familiar. The possessions I keep the longest are those that evoke some special memory, are comfortable or convenient, or just make me smile for whatever goofy reason.

I wonder if my brothers still wear their shoes?

Several years ago, I bought a pair of Keds that looked like saddle oxfords. I bought them for a ’50s party, but I kept wearing them because they made me smile. They passed the comfort test (a MUST, or how could I have kept smiling?), and every time I put them on, I felt like I was heading for a sock hop. If I could have found a decent poodle skirt, I would have bought that, too, but (maybe) wouldn’t have worn it around town like I did my Keds. I wore out the insides of those fun shoes and had to retire them from my daily life, but I never threw them away. One day I may have to bring them back out for another ’50s party, or maybe I’ll want to wear them every so often around town again . . . just because.

What I love most about our current home is that we’ve lived here since 1988. Even when the house is dark, I can find my way around. I know the layout of the rooms, the sizes and arrangement of the furniture, the location of light switches and electrical outlets. Even the knick-knacks on shelves and pictures on walls are burned into my memory because I’ve had them on those same shelves and walls long enough for them to become familiar. You know what they say: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

I also find comfort in certain routines that I never thought about until they naturally became a routine . . . like how each night my husband and I put our cell phones, keys, eyeglasses, notes and various other necessities out on the kitchen counter, ready for the next day—Bill’s on the end where he can grab and go, and mine on the side nearest the table. And I love the way we, without thinking, started putting our groceries in the same spots on the shelves, meaning we can even find our food in the dark! A home as familiar to me as ours and the sameness of daily routines require no BLIND faith to show me where I’m going, what’s around the corner or what I’m reaching for, even if I can’t see it yet.

This is how I see God’s direction through His Word. There is no darkness in the Word—only light for each step (Psalm 119:105) and the security of God’s promises  (Psalm 91:4) to help us navigate life. How can someone who knows and believes God be trusting in BLIND faith? The Word is alive (Hebrews 4:12); it is light and life (John 1:1-5); it clearly shows us who we are and who we can be (James 1:22-24).The Word is our “familiar” that brings peace, comfort and wisdom when we value it and allow it to transform us by changing the way we think (Romans 12:2). God’s Word never varies because He never lies (Numbers 23:19), changes his mind (Hebrews 6:17) or has a better idea. Everything God inspired believers to write down as His Word for all generations to come is exactly what He meant to say (2 Timothy 3:16) and what He still means. And it is for us—the LIGHT that cancels the dark. So trusting God’s Word even before we SEE something with our natural eyes is NOT blind faith. It is wisdom.

More wisdom from the Word:

  • John 12:46 (NKJV)—“I have come as a light into the world, that whoever believes in Me should not abide in darkness.”
  • John 14:6 (NKJV)Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”