When the mountains don't move

Bethshan Mcleod · 2026-09-03T01:00:57.230Z

I've been sitting with a hard question lately: what is faith, really? There have been moments I prayed with everything in me for a specific outcome. I believed. I held on. And things still unfolded differently than I imagined. That used to shake me — because Jesus said faith the size of a mustard seed could move mountains. So if the mountain didn't move, was it really faith? Was something wrong with me? Here's what I've come to: faith is not emotional certainty. It's not positive thinking. It's not even strong hope. Hope desires. Knowledge explains. Faith trusts — not in an outcome, but in God Himself. I'd quietly turned faith into a mechanism: believe hard enough, confess clearly enough, hold on long enough, and the result arrives. But Hebrews 11 lists the miracles and victories — then turns without apology to those who suffered, wandered, and died without receiving what was promised. And it calls both groups faithful. That wrecks the formula. Abraham kept building altars on land he didn't own yet. He lived in promise without possession for decades — anchored to the character of God, not to anything he could see. So I'll ask you what I've been asking myself: where are you building an altar on land you don't own yet? No pressure to have it figured out. Just come sit at the table.

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