I’ve always loved the word faith.
It’s strong and sturdy…with just a touch of elegance.
I also love what faith stands for.
It’s an all-encompassing word. Each time I think I just need to have faith, I feel wrapped up in the word, in its coziness and promise and determination.
It’s what gets us through the really tough days. The days where you choke back tears and wonder, can I get through this?? Or… why is happening? When will this get better?
I used to be a everything-happens-for-a-reason type of girl. Now that I have two children of my own~ two pieces of my heart walking around outside of my body~ I’ve adopted faith as my go-to mantra.
In God. In myself. In my husband and my family. In my daughters. My friends. My writing.
Even when I can’t see the path in front of me.
It guides me on this journey through life.
What does it mean to you?
Counting My Kisses: This week I have been exceptionally thankful for the gift of faith. I’m constantly reminded that although this path is twisty & uncertain, faith, family and friends can help carry to carry you through the rougher spots. So blessed!
We are looking forward to a fun fall weekend with the girls! Great friends, a football game & happy celebrations are on deck for us. How about you? Hope your weekend is all sorts of fabulous~ see you back here on Monday!