Faint Not

maybe it’s just me, but lately i’ve felt bombarded with depressing information going on around me. it’s everywhere from politics (don’t even get me started) to children starving in other couunties, to horrible things taking place in my own town, neighborhood, or school. i know i’m always surrounded by this evil but i’ve felt more aware lately, and while being aware is a very good thing (it’s the first step to fixing the problem) it can also be a very overwhelming thing… because i can’t fix every single problem… and that kind of makes me sad. i’ve been reading a book about a woman working to end human traffiking in a region other organizations deem “too dangerous”. bottom line, yes, it is too dangerous. but so is being a christian. we aren’t called to be tourists. no, we aren’t OF the world but we do happen to live IN it, and perhaps you disagree but God actually does LOVE THE WORLD. yes, the world, with all it’s brokenness and evil. He wants to love it into completeness, but we won’t let Him. John 3:16 begins “for God so loved the WORLD”

so all this loving the world stuff can be a daunting task. praying and petitioning on a struggling brother and sister’s behalf isn’t easy. i don’t think praying is supposed to be easy. face-planting yourself before His throne isn’t done because it’s comfortable. we are called to begin our lives OUTside of our comfort zones. and that’s an awesome thing to imagine but doing so is somewhat stressful, and not always very fun. so i’m kind of in a rut right not between wanting to help the world and wanting to give up because it’s too big of a task. and by helping the world i mean… well…i’m not quite sure what i mean. how does one person begin to help the world? i personally think there’s a lot to be said about praying. i believe in the power of prayer and i probably believe in it a little differently than you do, but i know that it’s important. and when we start praying for the people of the world as if they’re our own brothers, sisters, mom, dad, son, daughter, etc. we can begin to pray for them like Jesus does.

and as much as He cares about their earthly matters, He cares about our spiritual matters inside our hearts. He strengthens our souls. this song has been playing in my head the whole time i’ve been typing: “Faint Not” by Jenny&Tyler:

here’s the lyrics:

Faint Not

by: Jenny & Tyler

the problem’s not a gun, not a color, not a hundred dollar bill. we think the struggle can be won with simple thoughts like ‘come together be good willed’. the gap between the rich and poor is spreading out all the more or so they say. we ignore the claims.
o my soul, faint not, no faint not | o my soul, keep up, up in love.
it’s not that we don’t know or we’re not shown the proof of poverty. it’s not that we don’t have the tools to go to break this yoke of slavery. we quit because it’s not an easy fix and then forget that they are even there. we forget to care.
o my soul, faint not, no faint not | o my soul, keep up, up in love.
where there is hatred, let me sow love where there is injury, let me pardon where there is darkness, let the Light come
o my soul, faint not, no faint not | o my soul, keep up, up in love
o my soul, faint not, no faint not | o my soul, keep up, up in love
faint not. faint not


One thought on “Faint Not

  1. I keep mulling this one over. So much here speaks to me, too, Carlee. Prayer must be our constant, but it is hard to remain faithful with all that pulls us. I believe, with you, that God wants our minutes. He wants our lives to be constant prayers as we learn to rely on him for our actions–before we speak is the time to check; before we allow a harmful thought to take root. There is always a choice with God.

    Blessings, my little one. How I look forward to Spring Break.



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