A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
A work of art begins with a single stroke
Every battle begins with men making that first advance
And yet sometimes we hold back... fearing an end too distant to be glimpsed
We wait... gripped by our inability to see the big picture being weaved
We live our lives forever afraid to charge till the gunfire ends
Wishing we could have done more. Wishing we dared to step out.
Despairing over doors once open now forever closed
Regretting the daily decisions we chose to make
Where a tenuous safety marked by fear
Was better to placing our fates in the Author's hands
Therefore let us also, seeing we are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,
looking unto Jesus the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising shame, and hath sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Hebrews 12:1-2
The grapevine
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