Faith.

That’s a word that speaks to people on a lot of different levels, right?

For a lot of people, it’s faith in a religious sense but for me, it’s not.

That’s hard for me to talk about because I’m always scared of judgement when it comes to this.

Though, isn’t that strange because I thought religion taught people they shouldn’t judge? And who knows, maybe they won’t. It just seems like I run into lots of judgement with this so I still let it make me feel anxious.

I mean, like so scared that I stared at this for an hour before I actually hit post (true story – I added this at the end of that hour lol).

I am from a small, southern and very religious town.

Many of my family and friends are religious, like post-bible-versus-on-Facebook e’rrrry day kind of religious.

I love them and I admire their faith.

Because I think faith is beautiful and an incredibly valuable thing.

And I do have it.

I just don’t have it in the same way.

I’m not religious but…

I have faith in my family and friends.

I have faith in kindness and goodness.

I have faith in hard work.

I have faith in loyalty, integrity, and honesty.

I have faith in myself.

I have faith in love.

And I can tell you for sure that if it wasn’t for many, many leaps of faith onto staircases that I had no idea where they’d lead…