Faith isn’t always confidence.
Sometimes it’s simply movement.

It’s waking up when you’d rather stay hidden.
It’s choosing not to quit, even when quitting would make sense.
It’s placing one foot in front of the other when the road ahead is still unclear.

Faith is not knowing how it will turn out—and stepping anyway.

Faith looks different in real life than it does in stories.
It’s not always bold or loud or certain.
Often, it’s tired.
Often, it’s quiet.
Often, it whispers, “I don’t know if I can do this… but I’ll try one more time.”

And that counts.

Faith is praying again when yesterday’s prayer felt unanswered.
It’s believing that something good can still grow from soil that feels worn thin.
It’s trusting that even slow progress is still progress.

You don’t need to see the whole path.
You don’t need to feel brave.
You don’t need to have the right words.

You only need one more step.

God is not asking you to run.
He is not asking you to leap.
He is not disappointed by your hesitation.

He meets you in the movement—
in the trying,
in the staying,
in the step you take with shaking knees and a hopeful heart.

If today all you can manage is one more step,
then today… you are living faith.

And tomorrow, when the road asks again,
you’ll take the next one.

That is how faith survives.
That is how it grows.