What faith is

I feel like I've been falling.

Sometimes it's a slow fall, and I can almost feel the bungee cord pulling me back up to the bridge that carries me across days filled with pain, disappointment and frustration.

Sometimes it's a fast fall, and all I feel is my rapidly-beating heart, racing out of my body on some flight plan it hasn't filed with my head.

Most times it's somewhere in between, a medium fall that disorients, confuses and confounds me so I lose track of where I am.

I am afraid I will never stop falling. Or maybe I'm afraid of what will happen if I do stop falling. Where will my fall end? Where will I end up?

I'm a veteran of the trust wars. I've battled for years against trusting myself, trusting other people, trusting God. And that's why faith has been my safety net. Faith doesn't require trust. It just requires itself; it requires faith.

Faith that no matter how hard or fast I fall, I will always be caught.