Faith

At the edge of the water, she stands, gazing out upon the endless horizon. The steps she has taken thus far have brought her right up to the shoreline, where the ground beneath is no longer solid, and she feels herself starting to sink just a little, for the dry land to which she is accustomed to walking feels less stable. With the sand and the water mixing together, the current begins to flow towards her, lapping over the tops of her feet. Even though this rush of low waves has only covered a small fraction of her being, there is a sense of elation which rises inside her as the tide rolls in, washing over her ankles. It’s gentle surge, like a whisper, is calling out to her with words held in a reassuring tone, encouraging her to come further in, that all will be well if she decides to go deeper.