Faith, Winds and Ascension.

In my mind’s eye, I see too much to remain still.Possibilities stretch before me like endless roads splitting into even more roads, each one whispering my name differently. Opportunities appear everywhere I turn, almost begging me to take hold of them. A story waiting to be written. A voice waiting to be heard. A platform waiting to be built. A future version of myself standing somewhere ahead, hoping I will be brave enough to meet them.I keep thinking about that quote: You miss every shot you do not take.But nobody talks about what happens when life places a million shots before you at once? (The internet simplifies this”.What happens when every opportunity feels heavy with purpose, when every choice feels like it could alter the direction of your entire life? Sometimes the weight of possibility itself becomes overwhelming. The mind begins to race faster than the body can move. You want everything so deeply that even standing still becomes exhausting.People often speak about failure as though it is the greatest fear, but they rarely speak about the fear of potential. The fear of knowing you could become something more and still hesitating at the edge of it. The fear of watching opportunities pass by, not because you lacked talent or vision, but because doubt spoke louder than courage in crucial moments. I can relate to Peter, in some ways I'm like him.I understand what it means to hear a voice calling you beyond the safety of what you know. I understand what it means to look at impossibility and still feel your feet moving toward it. Peter did not step out of the boat because the storm had calmed. The waves were still violent. The wind was still roaring. Logic says stay where you are. Yet hope sounded louder for one brief, beautiful moment.So he stepped out, like me, with nothing but hope and a bit of delulu wrapped in unshaking faith. “Come” “Come and write”, “Come and create”, “Come and become”.I'm trusting and knowing that there is more waiting for me beyond the comfort of fear.And so, like Peter, I begin to walk. For a moment, it even feels miraculous. The fear quiets and the doubt softens. I move toward the things I once thought were impossible, and suddenly they no longer seem so far away.But then the winds come :The winds of comparison, The winds of uncertainty, The winds that remind me of how unprepared I feel, how inconsistent I have been, how far away success still seems. The winds that make me painfully aware of my limitations and just like Peter, the moment my eyes drift from hope to the storm around me, I begin to sink. First comes hesitation, then procrastination dressed up as perfectionism, then silence, then the quiet ache of watching opportunities drift further away while telling myself I am “waiting for the right time.” or “I may not become all that” On some days I catch myself disbelieving. Yet, maybe the beauty of Peter’s story was not only that he walked on water, but also that even while sinking, he still reached out, Even in fear, he still called toward the One who asked him to come, trusting blindly because the journey was not impossible, someone had done it before.Faith has never been about walking through calm waters. Faith is choosing to move while the storm still exists. Choosing to keep your eyes fixed on hope even when fear is screaming for your attention.So here I am, somewhere between fear and faith, between drowning and becoming, trying to believe that the same voice that called Peter beyond the boat is still calling me too and go must I.

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