Not the conditional, good time, sunny day faith, but the broken, gaping deficit, sickly, challenging to the very core type. That faith that prompts growth in areas you once prided yourself on being strong in. Only to find that under pressure, the fortitude of your faith resembled an ant trying to hold on to a crumb in a tornado.
The halls are painted with horror, and the lights are broken. How often, does Satan attempt to lure us into the depths of fear. Lacking solid evidence, yet the lump in your throat and the racing of your heart cosign. The wages are missed opportunities. The benefits package is regret, doubt, and anxiety. How can we possibly combat the physiological effects of the illogical?
We must begin and end with faith. Impossible situations, gaping deficits, sickbed faith, is the air that flows under the wings of the, seemingly, dreadful situations. Strengthened from the energy derived…
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