When did we get here, to this place of utter uncertainty? There's mountains of dreams waiting to be moved, but that little bit of fear peering over our shoulders has almost completely held back our strength. It's as if that little voice that tells us we can't is actually strong, when in fact we know it's just a pawn, a piece that plays the chords of our heartstrings like an out of tune piano.It has as much volume as we give it, only as much strength as we permit.
There's a power worth trusting in, a faith so real that can push the mountains from side to side, that can make the water beneath our toes a solid place to stand, to walk on. Maybe all our plans and resolutions are nothing but a joke. Maybe faith is the only thing that puts feet to our plans.