The author has a way with a phrase that makes it impossible to tell what she’s trying to say.
Faith is a funny thing: it makes me confidently believe in a risen Jesus who marked a linen shroud as His body became glorified! I am not a scientist; I can’t prove it, but I still believe. I would rather have the faith of a child than the skepticism of a unfaithful adult. Someday my faith will become sight and I thank God for that!