Oct 06, 2017 having faith
It is called a holy city… but it is hectic, chaotic, lively, and full of hustle and bustle. The 4 quarters of the city actually feel different from each other even though the streets all wind together. It is a place with layer on top of religious layers. After being confronted with so much this last week I am trying to fathom what it really means to believe in something, with your whole being, with so much surefire.
Ironically as I was contemplating my own beliefs one of our nanny applicants sent me a message about a horrific event that she was witness to a couple days ago in the South of France. She was down saying goodbye to her grandpa and was getting ready to board the train back home. She sadly told me about two girls that where stabbed in front of her and how she ran for her life on a train station platform. She sent me a message trying to process the event and understand what had happened to her – why she was still alive and they were not. Our insta always made her smile so she decided to write me to “try to head back to the light” Then she asked if I believe in God or faith.
I’ve been thinking a lot about her and her questions.
What I know to be clear cut is I love my children. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t suffer, endure, or surrender for their well being. I believe in my bond with my husband. A connection that we are constructing slowly over hard conversations, loving nights, and service to each other. I am certain of a world where there are more people who want to be and do good than bad. I am convinced that if all our actions and thoughts are motivated by love we will live a happier life. I have faith in myself, my family, and life beyond this world. I believe in a higher power, that believes in me and wants me to have a successful life.
And lastly I am adopting a new belief that Anne-Charlotte sent to me in a very heartfelt FB message about her life;
“I believe in human-beings, and I have the ultimate faith that, when you are good to life, life will be good to you.”