Interesting that you should say that. Just two days ago, I had an experience which compelled me to make a choice regarding my own beliefs.
I’ve been going through a series of tremendous trials in my life. I won’t go into detail, but suffice to say that the tragedy is unspeakably bad, and I contemplated suicide several times over the past month. I recognized this as a foolish solution though, and snapped out of that temporary depression.
Two days ago though, something happened which made my crises many times worse, and despair sank in once again. I had to choose. Was I going to trust that God was in control of the situation, or was I going to swallow a bottle of pills and fade into the night?
Things could have gone either way, but I chose to trust that God was still in control. I could have made the other choice, but I decided not to.
Was this just a blind leap of faith? Not at all, as I regard blind faith with great disdain. Rather, I reminded myself of many reason I had for believing that God was in control, even if my immediate circumstances seemed to dictate otherwise. I could not provide absolute proof that God was in control, but I did remind myself of reasons for believing that He was.
So it was a choice, a conscious, willful decision, and an act of faith based in part on evidence of which I continually reminded myself. (Oh, and in case you’re wondering… things have indeed gotten better. The crises are continuing to rage around me, but things have gotten a bit better, and my heart is more at peace.)