After Jesus was resurrected, the disciples were overjoyed to see Him. But Thomas wasn’t there. When they told him the good news, he didn’t believe it. He said, “Unless I see the nail marks in His hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into His side, I will not believe” (John 20:25). How could this be? Thomas was a disciple who had seen Jesus perform countless miracles. He had walked with Him, heard His teachings, and witnessed His power firsthand. Yet, in that moment, Thomas needed physical evidence to believe.

Not long ago, my husband told me I was displaying the faith of Thomas or more accurately, a lack of faith. I got offended. His words stung so deeply that I shut down, refusing to hear anything else he had to say. But recently, that conversation came back to mind, and I had to admit he was right. I apologized to him because I realized how often I’ve acted like Thomas, needing tangible proof of what Jesus is doing in my life.

I began to reflect: how could I, after everything Jesus has done for me, still demand evidence? He’s shown His faithfulness over and over again, yet I’ve doubted Him in moments of uncertainty. It’s humbling to recognize that even as someone who loves and follows Christ, I’ve let fear and doubt cloud my faith. But just as Jesus met Thomas in his unbelief and gave him what he needed to believe, He’s met me too patiently reminding me of His goodness. Now, I’m learning to trust without needing to see, believing in His promises because of who He is, not just what He does.