Beginning to Fall
Hope, or faith?
When I hope, the hope itself contains the seeds of doubt, for I hope against failure.
Hope is not my refuge. Peter, beginning to sink, hoped and cried out. Faith might have held him.
In these winter months, with daylight fleeting, do I have faith, or hope? I know morning will come and the sun will be high. Yet what of providence? Do I rest knowing that supply will come?
I hope for enough, Lord.
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Grant me faith and assurance, letting hopeful doubt slip away.
Grant me faith.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Can I have greater faith?
Reading:
“Faith is taking the first step even when you do not see the whole staircase.”
— Martin Luther King Jr.
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“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.”
— Emily Dickinson
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“But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me.”
— Matthew 14:30 (KJV)
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