Faith is the substance of things not seen. Like the assurance that the chair you lower yourself unto will hold you.

Part of that assurance comes from your knowledge of chairs. They are usually strong, and they are made to hold people, even people much larger than you.

Part of your assurance comes from your experience of chairs in your own personal past. Every time you sat down and there was a reasonably sturdy chair behind you, you wound up seated and not on the floor.

It’s kind of like a given in your life by now. You put your whole weight on that seat and you relax.

 

This is part of a series I am writing at Womanhood with a Purpose called the Alphabet of Life. Come on over to finish reading!

 

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