Facing Fear & Finding Faith feat. Brian Vogel Photography (Nunyabidness, Texas)

There's a certain magic to abandoned places.

There's whispers in the air, and endless spiders and sparkling dustmotes dancing hypnotically in the slowly drifting beams of sunlight. Your skin tingles with the sensation of another Someone, waiting, listening, breathing, right around the corner. But there's never an answer when you gently call out, except perhaps your own small voice, even smaller now on it's return, in reply.

The broken glass and wilting wallpaper, the illegible graffiti tags and random litter - the used condoms. .. seriously, you admire their dedication to safe sex.. well.. safe-ish sex - the couches thick with literal decades of dust, all silently speak of the hundreds of footsteps that happened in this once loved place. There's a Purpose and there's an Intention behind every brick in the mantel, every heavy, velvet curtain, every molding around a door frame, and that purpose up and left years and years ago.
Things change, and reasons die.

And we leave these places abandoned inside of all of us.

Now the weeds grow taller than the windows and the mosquitoes thrive in the thousands. And, this is Texas after all, everything is bigger here, and the mosquitoes embrace this just as fully as any one. What was once a Destination is now visited only by curiosity, trepidation, excitement.. and fear.

It's in these abandoned places that we face ourselves.
​It's in these abandoned places that we bring to life our fears, and it is here that we slowly turn, we breathe deep, we feel our hearts beat as we stand in hushed awe and, with great courage, it is here that we also find our faith. 

I am doing my godamn damnest to find faith through my fear, in all of my abandoned places. And honey, there's a lot of them.

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