Some family health issues have kept me a bit quiet in the last couple weeks. It’s very scary stuff, and I’ve been asked to keep things a bit more private… so for now, I won’t talk about it on the blog out of respect for said family member’s preferences – specifically, anyway. There will be a bit of vague blogging, however, so I can do some mental decompression here and there (likely a couple of locked entries – so friends who do want access to said thoughts, drop me a line to be registered for the access password).
The sum of it is, though – surgery seemed to go quite well, and said family member is in about as perfect a situation as said person can be to fight this thing. There’s a lot of hope and optimism trying to lead the charge right now, but it’s going to be a difficult journey.
But it does lead me interestingly enough into this week’s Tuesday at Ten prompt, “I Find Faith in…”
It’s moments like my family is facing right now in life where Faith seems to be the most important. My family is multi-faith and multi-path – some Catholic, some Episcopalian, other Christian denominations (which I’m not sure about), some Pagan, some agnostic, and some atheist. Each person has a definition of faith for themselves (or not, for atheists), and it directs their inner moral compass and helps them through difficult times.
I don’t generally think much about faith during the good times. It’s not that it’s not important to me, but I think it’s important to just ENJOY the good times and soak them in as much as possible. That way, hopefully, the storage barrel is a bit more full to carry me through the rough ones, until it empties and faith has to take over the job again.
Faith is that foundation. It’s the baseline to keep one from falling completely off the cliff. Faith helps remind me that better times will come again. I just have to keep going, keep pushing forward, keep my head down and just keep moving. I’ll get back to the place where I can enjoy the good again.
During the harder times, I find faith in little things. I go to the beach, or for a drive down the country back roads. I find a lot of faith out among Mother Nature, where I’m reminded that the cycle of birth, life, death, and rebirth is never-ending. I find a bit of comfort in the realization that this is How It Is Meant To Be, and that sometimes, it’s best to release and let Nature take the course She must.
And there are other times, I find comfort in knowing that the fight and struggle is good. That it’s merely a test of strength and adaptability – another aspect of How It Is Meant To Be.
When I was younger, I felt that Faith needed to be found in church, and that it needed to be found in books and sermons and open witnessing and whatnot.
As I get older, I find that my feelings back then just touched on superficial religion – it really had nothing to do with faith, and everything to do with ego. Faith is the quiet place within, that most intimate of personal places. It’s not something that can be easily shared because each person has their own thoughts, places, or emotions of value that don’t carry over to another person particularly well.
So ultimately – I find Faith Within. Faith is everywhere I look for it, as long as I am open to accept that it’s not necessarily going to take the form I expect, but it will always take the form that my heart and soul need at that moment in time.