I used to think faith was something you either had or didn’t. That some people just believed, and others didn’t, as if it was a gift you were born with. But that changed when I stood at the foot of a mountain, staring up at the peak that felt too far to reach.
Doubt crept in, a voice telling me I wasn’t strong enough, that this was too much for me. But then, I remembered: faith is a choice.
It wasn’t knowing for sure I could do it. It was choosing to believe I could, even when uncertainty weighed heavy. So I took one step. Then another. And when doubt returned, I chose faith again.
Faith didn’t arrive in a rush of certainty. It was a quiet decision, repeated over and over. And that made all the difference.
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