All I Have to Do

Waking to an autumn morning with mist hovering over the treetops, I struggled between a foggy mind and a longing for hope. A restless night and the sudden intrusion of urgent calls threaten a fragile calm. In the midst of distraction, a simple whisper from Jesus — "My sheep listen to my voice" — brought clarity: all I must do is follow. Peace and strength rose from that choice, grounded in trust and Scripture.