"Have a little faith...."
I was reminded of my father's words this morning. Whenever he would find me anxious or afraid about a situation, he would put his arm around me, smile and tell me to "have a little faith."
Faith in what?
Faith in the belief that all would be well. That I would get through it, whatever it was.
Then he would remind me to look back and review similar situations or challenges I had been through and survived. "See," he would say, "that all fell into place and worked out fine." He was right. Even if things didn't turn out the way I planned or hoped, I was still OK.
Looking back I could see things like: I eventually did get a job. Natural childbirth did not last for days, (it just felt that way.) Fevers did go down, we did find a house to rent, and snowstorms do not last forever. Repeating that last one to myself over and over today....
Things have been a bit hectic around here the past few weeks. Today I'm finding comfort in remembering my Dad's wisdom. Today I have faith that all will be well and I will get through it just fine.
Today. Check in with me tomorrow - after the storm. Might feel differently. In that case, I'll simply re-read this post.
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