I’m straddling the line between faith and fear, hopping from one side to the other and sometimes just standing with one foot in each pond. Faith is more sustainable. Fear eats away at my ability to feel gratitude for the beautifully simple things in my life, like the sun peeking through the blanket of branches above me as I stand in my front yard, waiting for Watson to do his business.
What is alive and true for me?
I’m straddling the line between faith and fear, hopping from one side to the other and sometimes just standing with one foot in each pond. Faith is more sustainable. Fear eats away at my ability to feel gratitude for the beautifully simple things in my life, like the sun peeking through the blanket of branches above me as I stand in my front yard, waiting for Watson to do his business.