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There are moments in my faith journey when I feel as though I’m walking with only a sliver of light, guided more by longing than clarity. Yet even in those quiet stretches, something within me keeps moving forward. I’ve come to see faith not as a monument I stand before, but as a path I keep rediscovering—a living invitation to return, to listen, to become.

In that sense, I sometimes imagine what it means to live with the heart of an apostle. Not in the historical role or title, but in the spirit of one who is sent—sent to love, to serve, to grow, to carry hope into the ordinary corners of life. An apostle is someone who responds to a call greater than comfort, someone who chooses trust over certainty. And in my own imperfect way, I feel that same call echoing through the everyday: to show compassion when it’s easier to be indifferent, to seek truth when distraction is simpler, to nurture peace when the world pulls toward division.

Faith asks me not to have all the answers, but to carry the questions with courage. It asks me to be open—open to change, open to grace, open to the possibility that I am still being shaped. And maybe that’s what being a modern apostle looks like: not performing miracles or standing in crowds, but simply allowing oneself to be a vessel for something good, something healing, something beyond the self.

I fall short often. I doubt, I resist, I forget. But every time I return to faith, I am reminded that the journey itself is holy. And in that journey, I am learning to walk as one who is sent—with humility, with hope, and with a willingness to be transformed.

Apostle – Word of the Day Challenge