A Beautiful Piece
When you’ve reached the end of the road and there is no map — that’s when faith walks.
When you’ve exhausted every plausible possibility, every scenario, every idea — that’s when faith walks.
When you’ve cried every tear there is to cry and your eyes are so puffy, your vision so blurred, that you can hardly see; when you’ve struggled so long and so hard that you are physically exhausted; when you’ve confessed every sin there is to confess and then some, but still there are no answers — that’s when faith walks.
It walks softly and it doesn’t carry a big stick. It walks silently so you hardly know it’s there. It walks when you get up in the morning, when what you’d rather do is crawl under the bed and fade away.
Faith walks when you put one foot in front of the other, take a shower and…
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