What If?

As you look down the road, there are so many open doors, hallways, twists and turns. They open up before you like a maze. So many possibilities. And so many questions. Where will the money come from? What if I fail? What if I choose the wrong path? Yet somehow I know I have no need to fear. A hand guides me through the darkness of the night, showing me the way. A hand of provision. A hand of mercy. A hand of love. A hand of love that will help me rise above the hills and carry me through the canyons. And so why do I worry?

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