One evening, years ago, I was praying in my garden. The sky was clear, and the stars were as diamonds. The longer I gazed, the more I saw. I was reminded of the story of Avraham, in particular, the great faith it must have taken to abandon all he knew to seek authentic righteousness. It was a season of testing for me. I imagined him gazing up at the same stars, carefully considering his path. I saw triangles. I wondered if he saw them, too. This confrontation with truth and decision-especially within a context of emotional and psychological turmoil-reveals what is lacking. Trust doesn’t come easy, but I suppose that’s the point ✨
Noted
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It always appears in my mind all this time for years.
woah,
One evening, years ago, I was praying in my garden. The sky was clear, and the stars were as diamonds. The longer I gazed, the more I saw. I was reminded of the story of Avraham, in particular, the great faith it must have taken to abandon all he knew to seek authentic righteousness. It was a season of testing for me. I imagined him gazing up at the same stars, carefully considering his path. I saw triangles. I wondered if he saw them, too. This confrontation with truth and decision-especially within a context of emotional and psychological turmoil-reveals what is lacking. Trust doesn’t come easy, but I suppose that’s the point ✨