I push too hard sometimes
Or not at all
Afraid to hammer the next nail
Or struggling to hold what connects the next piece of the bridge
Or the path or the persistent part, mine.
One thing, then another thing.
That is all faith is.
Beginning with uncertainty becoming possibly certainly, a bridge.
Free writing, wanderings whimsical and or weary from one step, two, three steps back then, here now, a steady stride.
Tide is turning. Freedom is caling. A tug towards the treasured and
Prayer doing what prayer does.
Wait and See, He says.
“For God is working in you, giving you the desire and the power to do what pleases him.”
Philippians 2:13 NLT