There was a time I couldn’t even enjoy a good thing.
Not fully.

I’d feel the blessing…
but immediately brace for the crash.
Like if I let myself be too happy,
It might be snatched away.

That wasn’t faith.
That was fear wearing a disguise.

Fear of loss isn’t protection.
It’s self-sabotage.

These days?
I choose differently.

When I walk through my house..
When I see my family smiling..
When I feel the breeze roll off these Asheville mountains..
I let myself feel it.

Not cautiously.
Not with half my heart.
But fully.

I trust the blessing.
I trust continuity.
I trust that whatever obstacles come next,
I’ll meet them with strength.
With faith.
With poise.

Because faith isn’t just for the bad days.
It’s for the good ones too.

I used to think that joy was weakness
It's truly the opposite.

It’s a declaration:
Fear doesn’t own me anymore.

🚀

​- James