03/02/2026
Step 3
Faith did not shout orders.
It whispered,
“Trust me.”
Not in lightning,
not in signs,
but in the hush between heartbeats.
I had searched for clarity,
for certainty,
for someone to tell me
exactly what to do.
But the voice that found me
was soft.
It didn’t demand.
It didn’t argue.
It waited —
like a stone warming
slowly
beneath a morning sun
I had forgotten how to feel.
I had always steered
with trembling hands,
gripping the wheel
as if control meant safety.
But the road kept breaking
beneath my plans.
And so, finally,
I stepped aside.
I let go.
Not in defeat,
but in faith.
I turned over
what was never mine to hold.
And in that turning,
I felt it —
something I had been waiting for
all along.
Still small.
Still sacred.
Still whispering,
“Trust me.”
~Amy G.
