Ye of little Faith

As I was lounging around at the pool, the sight of this single acorn caught my eye. Laying there, solitarily. Right beneath its oak tree. Yet it had fallen not on fertile soil, but on the concrete that encases the pool area.

Nevertheless, it took its free fall from its source in full faith. In full faith of landing where it was intended to land. Now laying there on this barren ground, still reminiscent of its act of faith. Not even courage. People think it’s an act of courage to let go. It’s rather an act of faith.

Faith that by letting go, your hand will open up to receive what you wished for all along.