The Tenacity Of Unbelief

When I came home yesterday, I walked for a long time, looking for the sick bull. I never did find him.

But my wife brought Dixee home from the vet. The little creature had been checked from stem to stern, ultrasound, lab work, pokings and proddings….and had been pronounced sound. No sign of anything amiss. “Perhaps it’s gas!” said the helpful vet.

Our small dog clearly felt much better, ate a good supper, ran with speed and joy, and slept at our feet during the evening hours before bedtime. We talked much about her symptoms, the scare she’d given us, and the vet’s pronouncements. We decided that gas might be the culprit….but neither of us was comfortable in accepting this.

Why is it that we are so quick to pray for such matters, but so slow to believe that the reason Dixee improved is because God answered our prayer and healed her? Why do we look to some outside source? This is the nature of unbelief writ clearly: we ask Him for help, not believing that He will really hear us or answer us.

We choose to intentionally believe that our Heavenly Father heard and answered our prayers, and we are grateful to Him for this.

And I will continue to look for and pray for the solitary bull.

~ S.K. Orr