There are faces I long to see. People I can’t wait to meet.
But I don’t know who.
There are mountains and trees that I feel in my bones will satisfy my desire for exploration.
But I haven’t a clue where they are.
There are challenges and even mundane tasks I have been born to undertake and grow to love.
But somehow I can’t seem to describe what they really look like.
I often sit and wonder when I will see the full picture, the unscrambling of my dreams.
But I’m assured that I will see it one day…
For the Author of my faith is also the Perfector.
“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”