I am afraid of the future. No matter how much I've planned for the moment, it never seems to go the way that I planned it. I am not ready for the reality of what it means. There are many changes ahead for our family. I am afraid that I will not be able to navigate such a big change that happens so quickly after the last one. The last change was a doozy and this change will be no different.
Fear. Fear of moving ahead. Fear of staying behind. Fear of making the wrong decision. Fear of making the right decision too quickly. Fear of the unknown. Fear of failing to move forward. Fear of staying where I am, and stagnant.
I know that the faith of a mustard seed will move mountains. Yes. I know this. Feeling my faith after my faith has been shattered is a healing process for me.
I must move on... To heal. To grow. Sometimes that means embracing the unknown and trusting in the plan. This is going to be a bumpy ride!
