To Where Do You Measure Your Faith

Over the years, I’ve noticed a gentle pattern in my life.

Whenever I feel spiritually stuck, unable to move forward, unsure of what’s next-it usually means God is inviting me into a deeper place. In the moment, it can feel confusing or heavy, but I’ve learned the most powerful parts of the journey happen right there, in the stuck places.

God has been teaching me how to trust.

Not all at once.
Not perfectly.
But slowly, patiently, layer by layer. Lesson by lesson, and click by click.

When I reach places, I cannot move through on my own, God meets me there, not with pressure or demands, but with kindness. Like a Father guiding a child into deeper trust in HIM.

Three times in my life, when I was spiritually stuck and didn’t know why, God came to me in dreams.

Each time, the Father God asked the same question.

To where do you measure your faith?

The first season came during my divorce, when everything felt uncertain and fragile. I remember standing on the front porch of my house, looking out into the vastness of the sky, talking to God.

I don’t know what the plan is.
I don’t know what you’re doing.
But I believe – I TRUST you’re going to take me somewhere.

There was something in me that reached outward from within me, beyond fear, beyond what I could see. My faith felt like it traveled somewhere into the future in the spiritual realm, into the unknown, but know to God. I had no idea where we were going to live or what I was going to do to support my children.

A year passed since that moment, after God had brought us to a home I never could have imagined we would live in, I found myself spiritually stuck.  I couldn’t sleep. It felt like I kept running into an invisible spiritual wall.

Then I had the first dream.

I was outside in the dark, and the Father was walking toward me. He carried everything, a true father carries, strength and gentleness, kindness and steadiness, compassion and authority. He bent down, reached the ground, and pulled out a small wooden popsicle stick with dirt clinging to the end.

He handed it to me and said,
Rebecca, to where do you measure your faith?

Instantly, I understood. The awareness clicked on life a light switch.  We were standing on the very land where my house now stood. A year earlier, I had placed my faith somewhere, believing God would take us somewhere, and God had.lead us to our home. 

Holding the stick, I handed it back to the Father and said,
From me to you.
Near or far.
Heaven or earth.
That’s where I measure my faith.

There was distance in that answer, From me to you, not separation- but space. It was the faith of someone learning how to trust, faith that reached outward, believing God would lead the way, and owned the space between God and I to do what ever and how ever God chose. 

Two years later, I was stuck again.

And again, I dreamed.

The Father came to me and asked the same question,
Rebecca, to where do you measure your faith?

This time, when he handed me the stick, something in me had changed. I didn’t place in his hand, I placed it in him.

My faith is IN you, I said.
In you.

This felt like growing up spiritually. There was less distance. Less fear. My faith was no longer tied to a place, an outcome, or a future I could imagine. It was anchored in relationship. 

Two more years passed.

God showed up in undeniable ways, and still, I found myself stuck again spiritually, at another depth I couldn’t move through on my own.

And then came the third dream.

The Father appeared once more. This time, he did not hand me the popsicle stick with the earth on the end.  The Father held it.

God said,
Rebecca, do you want to know where I measure my faith?

Before I could respond, the stick moved inward.

The Father has faith in me.

I stood stunned.

I had never believed God had faith in me. I didn’t even have faith in myself. I didn’t believe I could accomplish anything.

But this loving Father had been leading me all along.  

Each dream revealed a different movement of faith.

The first dream revealed faith from me to God. Faith that reaches outward in uncertainty. Faith that no longer needed to know the plan. Faith that believes God will act, even when the path is unclear. Near of far heaven or Earth God was in control of it all. Faith that gave God control of all the space between us. 

The second dream revealed faith in God. Faith no longer measured by distance or outcomes but resting in relationship. Faith that says, you are enough. Faith that rests knowing God is moving and preparing, knowing who is the One with dominion over all.  

The third dream revealed something I never expected.

God the father has faith in us.

Not because we are perfect.
Not because we are strong.
But because the Father knows what God alone has placed within us.

From placing my faith somewhere.
To placing my faith in God.
To discovering that God’s faith is in me.

That revelation was another click in my journey that shifted everything.

I know the question is not just mine. Maybe it belongs to each of us.

To where do you measure your faith?

Is your faith reaching outward, hoping something will change, hoping God will lead you somewhere you cannot yet see?

Is your faith resting in relationship, learning slowly to trust that God is already present in the middle of your life, even when the path is unclear?

Or could it be possible that God sees something in you that you have not yet seen in yourself?

What if the places where you feel stuck are not signs that you have failed…
but invitations to go deeper?

What if the pauses, the uncertainty, and even the invisible walls are moments where God is quietly asking the same question?

To where do you measure your faith?

And what might happen if, instead of trying to push through the stuck places, you allowed them to become places of deeper trust?

Rebecca Dawn