I’m slipping and sliding on a patch of doubt this morning. Nothing I could write seems appropriate. I don’t have a lot of time to write, and my heart is troubled.
However, doubt means one thing: you see how things could be better and it gives you pause. Which path leads to the bright future? Did you choose correctly or do you need to turn around and hit the turnpike instead?
My priestess tells me faith is based on experience, and that we don’t trade in beliefs but have faith.
So I’m digging down to find that abiding faith this morning and see what it has to tell me.
Do you find doubt points you to brighter possibilities? Do you have a type of faith, an experienced-based hope, that you can cling to when troubled?
Did you think that you could come here and fail to be impressed with the terrifying beauty of the earth when she’s undressed?