Today, I saw a plane,
a speck of silver,
sunlight bouncing off metal
so far away it could’ve been a dream.

& still,
we trust it.
Without seeing the bolts or
the hands that tightened them,
without knowing the pilot’s name,
we buckle in & rise.

But when it comes to our own souls,
our own small wings,
we hesitate.
We anchor ourselves to the ground,
not because we can’t fly,
but because we fear we’re not allowed.

Here’s the honest truth:
The sky wasn’t put in your chest
just to keep you crawling.
You were made for the air.

Trust what was made.
Trust how you were made.

“𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧; 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.”
— 𝘉𝘩𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘥 𝘎𝘪𝘵𝘢, 6:5