Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.
Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art
I think I will simply post this meme I created some time ago. It has words on it, and one of my photos; surely that fulfills my personal commitment to share both in this space every morning.
To do so would be to take a shortcut and, while shortcuts are sometimes called for, they can also serve as excuses for laziness. This morning, to me, it seems to be not enough. So I bring words, inadequate though they may be.
I lay awake for too long last night fretting—my monkey mind busy with “what if?”, “when?”, and “how might something turn out?” ruminations. Then I remembered—faith—and I set it all aside and prayed. This morning I have no answers to what I wrestled with last night, but I have peace that all will unfold as it should.
It is this abiding faith that keeps me from getting lost. It lights my path so that, even when I’m weary, every step brings me closer to home and doesn’t lead me off into a dark forest where I might be eaten by bears. Even when I stumble—and I do, more often that I’d like—faith graciously guides me back to the trusted path where I shake the muck off and carry on.
Faith is my beacon, my counsellor, my abiding love.
Soli Deo gloria.