I’ve learned, albeit the hard way, that faith is something that must be cultivated.
For as long as I can remember, I operated under the supposition that faith could be summoned at a moment’s notice.
Only to find the tank empty.
Punctuated by a glaring absence of reserves, simply because I didn’t nurture the seed.
Unbeknownst to us, faith is watered with our tears on the trails that we wander.
They grow as we do – becoming the very thing that will sustain us.
I still wander, I’m still learning, endeavoring to be better, to be made whole.
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