Perception

Watching raindrops fall on a tree breaking from their spherical mold. The tree, however, remains unbroken, not unchanged. It grows from the water that falls sometimes forcefully, other times gently onto its bark, seeking the roots. The reflection on the other-hand becomes increasingly muddled and broken as each drop pierces the water's surface and scatters the tree's virtual image.

Real faith as compared to virtual faith...every so often new (and old) challenges distill like dew and release themselves from the celestial heavens. Other times, they condensate and burst from our mortal atmosphere. Either way I am wet. I wonder and even worry a little...okay A LOT. Mostly about my future, which uncovers fossils of the past from which I evolved. Who I am and will become feels tied between the unsinkable buoy and the anchor beneath the waves of where I came from. Will I be better and greater than that? Will I have your strength?

I CAN

The limitations exist only in my mind, the possibilities are endless because the Atonement is infinite. As offspring of God, the seeds of greatness are already planted. So bring on the rain, welcome the storms, test my faith. With increasing confidence, I refuse to break.