Faith moves mountains.
I know it does. My faith has helped me create mountain-sized things in my life. Many of them.
My faith not only moves mountains. It is the mountain on which I stand. From the top I see 360 degrees, full circle. I see exactly where I am here, now. See all the possibilities. I feel into my heart, my passion, while standing here. What do I love? And there, yes, way over there, something lights up in the distance. That’s where I want to go. There’s my desire, my direction, my creation.
Now I have a creation journey ahead of me to reach what I see shining in the distance. This journey is easy. I create it, walking one step at a time.
Before I take the first step, I pack up my faith mountain. Yes, this mountain is very flexible. I can squash it all up, the whole thing, and fit it into my backpack. You’d think a mountain compacted to backpack size would not be going anywhere. But my faith mountain weighs nothing. This is a floating mountain. A helium balloon of a mountain. It carries me.
Say it again. My faith mountain carries me.
My faith mountain helped me create this blog.