You’ve seen it—etched on every U.S. coin. Four words. Easy to miss. Easy to say. Hard to live.

IN GOD WE TRUST.

Most see it as a patriotic phrase. A nod to history. But for me, it’s personal.

I wrote about this in Face the Mountain—because that phrase became real after I nearly lost my life. For a while after, I played it safe. Stopped dreaming big. Stopped being brave. Stopped pursuing hope.

Doubt crept in—and it’s a monster. It stops you cold. Sometimes the only way to beat it is to trust someone bigger than yourself.

Why not God?

Trust is easy when life’s smooth—when the path’s clear, the paycheck’s deposited, and the plan is on track. But real trust shows up when nothing’s certain.

IN GOD WE TRUST isn’t passive. It’s not soft. It’s not sentimental.
It’s a choice.

A stake in the ground when fear gets loud.
A step forward when everything in you says to turn back.

On life’s mountains, trust isn’t about being fearless—it’s about being faithful to the voice you follow.
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