Faith is not always a
sweet feeling inside, honey flowing in milky fields of blessings. It’s not
always feeling bold and striding against the current, completely unaware of
glances from strangers cold. Faith isn’t a constant “well done”, a sovereign pat
on the back or a reward given every time some small step is taken.
Faith is stepping out
after the ledge seems to end and fully trusting in a net beneath. It’s being
caught out in a never ending rainstorm and continuing to force one foot in
front of the other, believing that the sun will shine again one day. Faith is
sitting on a high rock while sinking sand is all around, peaceful in the
highest danger.
It is not a path
smoothly glazed and gentle for tender feet. The path is strongly laid out but
stones so sharp cover it and branches bare will reach out to snare you.
Sunshine is not guaranteed, no, in fact, the biting storms and valleys of
deepest decent are promised to you, things to be counted on.
This is faith, raw
and unmoving through all times, good and
bad. An anchor weighed down, worn but not worn out, constantly added to with experience
and new memories. To hold onto a thing unseen no matter what the cost or how
illogical it may seem. To trust in words written so long ago and still believe,
despite trials of fire and water. Faith is not dependant on good or bad, blessings
sweet or a thousand curses upon your name.
Faith is steadfast in
all things.
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