"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
-- T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland
I once heard that faith is not the absence of fear. No. That would be too limiting. Too unachievable. Too burdensome of a qualification. Instead, faith's only requirement is that it out weigh the fear that eats away at us, even if by only the smallest of quantities.
In those moments, the impossible IS possible.
And suddenly I know, that THAT I can do.
Fear becomes dust.
Meanderings = compliments of a lovely Sunday Roast, fine company and Mr. Merlot.
Cynthia McBride we have our eye on you and your breathtaking creations!