Faith, or Simply Hope?

Faith. We all talk about it, but I see too much reliance on what we see as facts and figures for us to be truly faithful to anything. In order to have faith we need to believe in the possibilities of change...and of being able to step out and say out loud that we believe.

When I was young it was in church that I first began to understand what faith was, but as I grew I realized that in order have faith you have to trust, we need to have faith in that person, store, business or government.

So here I sit with all that has happened both personally, and nation-wide and wonder how will this affect all of us in the coming year? We all come to trust and faith through different experiences in each of our lives. For me it hasn't been an easy journey, but it has finally brought me to where I am today. From childhood with all it's pitfalls and for the the terrors of the teen years that proved to be as painful for this wallflower who tried so hard to fit in, to those early years of marriage as a military wife I was so confused. Part coming from the admonition that the family did not accept Episcopalians. I was too young and too frightened about losing the one good person I had found in my life. But part comes from the fears that I let encase me and hold me for so many years as well.

Stepping away from those pains and facing them made me stronger. I now stand for supporting those who are attacked whether it be verbal, or physical where I see it happen.

Everyone should have someone to stand for them, and behind them as support. That's loving your fellow man, and woman.

After Thoughts - Again, and Again

Whoever said failure is the mother of success didn't really have to live through the agonizing pain of losing part of yourself as your writings continue to belong to the paper you use to work for - but you aren't a part of it because the paper has been "discontinued." Someone's writing is an extension of who they are - at least it is that way for me! But though my writing is still there, I'm no longer connected. It's like the umbilical cord has been ripped out of my body and I've not given birth to the words yet!

This is what I call an "UGH!" situation, and it's one I have no control over. I'd love to use some colorful metaphors, but they really don't help - even thought they are a bit cathartic at the moment of conception. It's funny, each of my previous careers started out so good and ended in a dead end road type of liberating moment. They simply spin those wheels and go absolutely no where.

Why couldn't I have had the courage to do this crazy stuff when I was younger?! This is painful to do when you're suppose to be getting in that old age rut ya know!

I think I had better just disappear for the evening before I do even more analyzing of this wacked situation.