I push too hard sometimes 

Or not at all

Afraid to hammer the next nail

Or struggling to hold what connects the next piece of the bridge

Or the path or the persistent part, mine. 

One thing, then another thing. 

That is all faith is. 

Beginning with uncertainty becoming possibly certainly, a bridge. 

Free writing, wanderings whimsical and or weary from one step, two, three steps back then, here now, a steady stride. 

Tide is turning. Freedom is caling. A tug towards the treasured and 

determined thing.

Prayer doing what prayer does. 

Wait and See, He says. 

“For God is working in you, giving you the desire and the power to do what pleases him.”

‭‭Philippians‬ ‭2:13‬ ‭NLT‬‬