Bags of Our Mothers

As the world opens up a little and the tunnel end is in sight, I am grateful, again, for my faith. There are moments that I simply do not believe that I can go on - my feet will not move me; my heart will not beat. It is upon the wings of prayers that I am lifted; it is upon God's shoulders that I am carried. I cannot say how this happens; I simply believe it on faith. If not, how would I still be here?