Faith really can move metaphorical mountains.
But it is not uncommon (before the miracle happens, in whatever form that might be) to stand at the base of that mountain, crane your head backward, look way, way up at the summit and feel the clammy finger of doubt try to worm its way in.
In my experience it is at that point, at that moment, that instead of "clinging" to faith, as the expression goes -- an expression with the clear connotation of a desperate and failing grip -- we must instead embrace it.
(I cling with the tips of my fingers but I embrace from the center of my heart.)
Ultimately, when my faith has found its deepest root, it is not coming from the desperate and failing grip of fear (as common and often understandable as that motivation may be) it is coming from a belief in a loving Higher Power and a benevolent Universe, working always for my greatest good.
Courage. Your faith is not for naught.
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