oh me of simple faith

Do you ever notice how faith is kind of relative? Like you're somewhere on a sliding scale and you hope you are working your way upwards on the scale and not sliding back? It's also relative compared to the next girl. On most days I have enough faith to get out of bed in the morning and face my life. That's good, right? But I don't have enough faith to completely turn things over to God like another friend mine does.

Another of my friends--she's kind of my boss, really, but also a friend--has the kind of faith and prayers that miracles are made of. I've seen it happen time and time again. She doesn't get everything she asks for (she has never been able to bear children) but her prayers have wrought mighty miracles. Her faith makes mine look like the equivalent of barely the thought of a grain of mustard seed. But that's OK, because sometimes she prays for me.

Yesterday I got an e-mail from home alerting me to the fact that our bunny, bunny #2, was ill and it didn't look good. I ran home from work to see my daughter's tearstained face as she held the almost-lifeless bunny and lovingly stroked its nose. She was trying to keep it responsive. The bunny was breathing, but barely. Partially relieved that, at least at this point, neither the bunny nor L~ seemed to be in uncontrollable pain, I patted them both on their respective heads and tried to comfort my stoic L~. As Shane was home to deal with the situation I went back to work for a meeting I needed to attend, fully expecting to come home to a freshly dug grave next to bunny #1.

When I arrived home I found L~ and the bunny outside. The bunny (no, we still don't have a name) while not exactly hopping around the cabbage patch was now breathing regularly and had her ears perked up and she was at least upright.

A short time later, the rest of the family left to go to Grandma's house and I began my watch, checking on the bunny hourly. And she seemed to improve by leaps and bounds (well, there hasn't been a lot of leaping about as of yet, but there is bound to be). By this morning there were definite hops.

A couple of hours ago I e-mailed Becky, who had the day off.

"Did you pray over my bunny? Because she's not dead."

"I prayed more specifically for L~ than for the bunny. I prayed that her faith would be strengthened. Sometimes that happens through miracles," was her response.

My life is blessed by friends and faith and by the faith of my friends.