I haven’t written in a long time, but a few days ago I went to Powell’s with a friend and I just wanted to be consumed by the books. Truth be told, I think about this blog often and how much I want to write and I just can’t seem to find the time or will to write in between work, school, social media responsibilities, and generally just existing.
Earlier this week I was working on an assignment for my Typography class. It was passed late o’clock and I was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a pile of books, trying to stay calm under the pressure of a deadline.
Then it struck me.
I was sitting on the floor surrounded by piles of books, worried about an assignment about books, going to school for books.
Seriously, how many people can say that? I was overcome by how blessed I am to be who I am and to be doing what I am doing. I immediately stopped to thank God for this blessing. I also put everything in His capable hands. I’m so thankful that, even when everything seems like it’s crumbling, I know he will always catch me, be my support.
Have you ever stopped to think back at how the odds have been against you from day 1? Maybe that’s not everyone’s case but it certainly is mine. Statistically, I shouldn’t even exist right now. My mother had an ovarian cyst as a teen and had to have an ovary and part of a Fallopian tube removed. The doctor didn’t give her good odds of having a child, much less more than one. I could write an entire list of odds (that I didn’t realize until adulthood) were not in my favor, but that will have to be for another time. I have work to do.
Welcome to the final result of years of inner turmoil + growth, AKA my blog.
I had always been told I should write a blog, but I never knew what to write about and who would be interested in reading it. I also had this fear that whatever I wrote would expose too much of myself to the world—the parts I didn’t want people to see. In other words, I wanted to be able to have control of the outcome, which can be translated to simply not trusting God.
Have you ever tried to trust God…with your whole life including everyone in it? I’m going to go ahead and say that, even for a girl named Faith, it’s hard.
The reason I named this blog with my name is because it was the first gift my parents gave me, besides life.
Faith – the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen (Heb. 11:3)
Abigail – my Father’s joy, my Father is joy/exultation
Muñoz – son of Muño which means “hill,” son of Nuño meaning “ninth” (and nine means divine completeness)
My name is a constant reminder that “faith,” “joy,” and “completeness” are a part of who I am and what I do. The tagline “From faith to Faith” is really what this blog is about.
A little less than a year ago, Pastor Mark of Overcoming Word Praise Center International gave a sermon called “The Journey of Faith.” He pointed out how sometimes we focus so much on our long-term plans that we forget to live out the present. I admit, I was one of those people. I was so caught up in what I wanted to be rather than who I am. But I realized, change doesn’t happen in the future; it happens now. So now I strive to live and enjoy every day of my life to the fullest.
This blog is me stepping out in faith to become the person God created me to be while leaving a digital record of all the living I’m doing until He calls me home.
To learn about me, visit the conveniently named ‘About Me’ tab.
Thank you for reading my first post. God bless!
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done. — Charles Wesley