I fear what is unknown, for what is known to me already is of a dull comfort to me. I know what to expect each day, whether I dread it or love it, but yet there is an empty quality in that. For what draws closer to me than my own sin, that dreaded comfort that I am so often familiar with? Yet it is the unknown which inspires fear, passion, hope, and trust. Trusting in the unknown is so great a risk, yet can be so well worth taking. But how do I trust what I fear? How do I walk in the unknown set before me? It is a terrible thing, great and uncertain. It is vague and seemingly untouchable while we still do not know it.
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