The substance of things hoped for. The evidence of things not seen. Although my father named me Faith my faith has been tested and tried many times over. Sometimes I have Big Faith and there are times when my faith seems smaller than a mustard seed. But today I was inspired to flex my Big Faith muscle. We all have a faith muscle but we must flex it to make stronger. Big Faith keeps me writing this blog that seems to go unnoticed.
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