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Let my faith be blind.

I begged.

I begged as I looked around, seeing everything fall apart. I watched a vase shatter in slow motion. Trying to keep track of where pieces landed, losing much, and focusing on the ones easiest to find.

I jumped off the boat, scared of unknown destinations. When the path is clouded by fog, you lose trust in the journey.  But I began drowning, panicked. Shackled and being dragged by uncertainty and distrust. It didn’t matter how much faith was asked of me, unstill waters were not solid for me to walk on. It didn’t matter You called to me. I made up my mind, You wouldn’t catch me and, therefore, I sank. Once the waves had me, I truly lost sight of You.

You had to cast hope. It floats, hope always floats.

I realized fog is self made, not blind faith, it’s, simply, fear of God.