Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Fear Into Faith


In my dreams
I am running,

and when I wake
I ask myself,

“Who was I running from?”

And then God whispers
to me in that breath
between sleep and woke,

when He knows
I can hear Him best,

You are asking
the wrong question.

Not—

Who am I running from?

But—

Who am I running to?

And just like that
a nightmare turns,

and hope slips
free from the darkness.

Fear turns into faith.

And I am ready
to embrace the day.

Amen.


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