I’ve pretty much been in a state of limbo since I got the news of my dads illness. It’s kind of hard to explain but I guess, only the people who have lived through it can relate to the lack of sufficient words that can be used to describe this situation. The emotions that bombard me rattle the hell out of my body , leaving my mind questioning what exactly I feel.
Keep Going. Your hardest times often lead to the greatest moments of your life. Keep going. Tough situations build strong people in the end.Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
Like I mentioned before, I’m walking through uncharted territory. But this territory reminds me of the valley of shadows… and the first thing that comes to mind are the words that follow suit, “I will not be afraid, for You are with me.” Which brings me genuine curiosity.
For those who don’t believe in God, what do they place their faith in? What do they hold on to? What allows them to wake up another day and push through the pain that life has inflicted? The reason I’m curious is because without my faith, I would be a fish out of water, gasping for any kind of air that would breathe life back into me.
Do you place your faith in other people? The hope that tomorrow will come even though it’s not guaranteed? The saying “It will get better.” Do you place that same kind of faith in yourself? In knowing your strength can ride out the toughest storms even when there isn’t a ray of light in sight?
Where does your faith lie? Because believing in what is in my line of vision doesn’t exactly give me the reassurance I need to weather what’s surely to come. I don’t just mean with my dad but with life in general. I don’t want to just have faith in God either… I want to have faith in myself. Faith that, come what may, no path will ever be “too much.”