Rendering Trust

"How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?" -William Shakespeare, 1604

The word trust plays itself out in every area of my life–especially the parts filled with doubt. The word trust magnifies itself as my only viable answer.

Still I ask, How does one rely on the unknown?

Measure by measure. Moment by moment. Small steps. One point to the next. 

These are the boundaries of healing. Taken by degrees.

This is the rendering of patience in our lives. And the only way there is to trust.

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