Weekly Devotion – Bagger 293

You know what would look great out in the Flint Hills of Kansas?

Pikes Peak.

I love the gently rolling hills and waving wheat, but a beautiful snow-capped mountain peak would be stunning, right there along the turnpike. Who’s with me?

I’ve been praying for this for weeks, and… nothing. I’ve conjured up every ounce of faith I could manage, and Pikes Peak hasn’t moved an inch.

Am I doing this wrong? Jesus said all I needed was faith the size of a mustard seed. Surely, I could wring that much out of my soul. It’s times like this when I begin to question the actual power of faith.