When I think about faith, so many thoughts pass through the mind. So much that I can’t seem to find the right words to embody the sense of what I receive. So, now I challenge myself. I challenge my thoughts. I even challenge my own beliefs.
As a little girl, I always prayed for my faith to grow. Little did I know back then what that actually meant and how such answered prayers would propel the story of my life. With time, I have come to appreciate that the meaning of faith keeps changing as life unfolds. Now that I walk this journey of faith, I am really not sure what I expect to find.
I write myself a story. I write short notes. I even review old letters that I have written to myself. I write to shed light on my own faith journey. I work to converge my past, present and potentially future self to make my faith journey worth the while. Some may call it taboo. I call it my faith journey, plunging into the deep end and I am not afraid to share my story with you.
Let the writing begin...
As a little girl, I always prayed for my faith to grow. Little did I know back then what that actually meant and how such answered prayers would propel the story of my life. With time, I have come to appreciate that the meaning of faith keeps changing as life unfolds. Now that I walk this journey of faith, I am really not sure what I expect to find.
I write myself a story. I write short notes. I even review old letters that I have written to myself. I write to shed light on my own faith journey. I work to converge my past, present and potentially future self to make my faith journey worth the while. Some may call it taboo. I call it my faith journey, plunging into the deep end and I am not afraid to share my story with you.
Let the writing begin...
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