🌫️ Faith in the Fog
She didn’t see the path.
Not clearly.
Not like others said she would.
The fog was thick.
Quiet.
Deceptive.
It wrapped around her thoughts like doubt.
Around her heart like fear.
Around her memories like mist.
But she walked anyway.
Not because she saw the way—
But because she believed there was one.
Faith didn’t feel like certainty.
It felt like breath.
Like a whisper that said,
“Keep going.”
She didn’t need a map.
She needed trust.
Not in others.
Not in outcomes.
But in the glow inside her.
Because even in the fog,
She knew who she was.
She knew what she had survived.
She knew that God doesn’t abandon—He walks beside.
So she kept walking.
Not fast.
Not loud.
Just steady.
And the fog?
It didn’t lift all at once.
But her faith didn’t flicker.
It glowed.
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