Dear readers, a couple of years ago when I decided to retake all the blog thing. I was looking for the perfect name, and thought since my blog was mainly about my faith or the challenge to remain a believer, thus came my title, Believing.
I’ve always thought that my blog is essentially my editorial on life.
Many people write for specific causes, I have another blog which is dedicated to my struggle as a Myasthenia Gravis patient. However, one of the things I love the most of this blog is that I can write whatever I get the muse about.
It’s been dedicated to immigration issues, sequestration, political views, Trump, Facebook and so many other things. It has depended mainly on my muse.
You would think that bloggers don’t have a shortage on inspiration due to all the things we see and read about, but sometimes you are just too startled to write about anything.
For instance, relationships publicized through Facebook intrigue me. I ask myself, how is it possible that I can congratulate someone through Facebook and not pick up the phone just to say congratulations to those you care about.
That mesmerizes me.
An interesting analogue with Trump and his fake news, would be Facebook relationships are fake.
On the other hand,
How do you remain a believer when you witness the atrocities of life?
How do you stay believing in promises that are as old as time?
How do you remain a believer when there is nobody to believe in?
When you have raised your children in a path of faith and they decide to face prayer and faith in general with impatience and distrust. You can only ask yourself, “What did I do wrong?”
When their own skepticism has made you doubt of your own faith as a believer in the good of people,
My son always tells me,
“Mom, a man is capable of great good, but also of great evil.”
Both dwell inside of us like twins.
It’s harder to believe than not to. Our faith is challenged with each step we take in this journey called life.
Let’s not forget that life itself is a mystery, we can live many years or simply pass away much sooner than expected. The important thing is to always keep things in the exact perspective. Just like my blog, with a little bit of everything.
So my dear friends, see you around the corner, and never stop believing in the good of life or yourself.
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything.
To an extent it’s because I’ve become trapped in my own thoughts, most not worth writing about.
Our world is in turmoil since November 4th and the easiest way out would be blaming Trump and moving on. However, if I’m going to honest it’s not about Trump or anybody else, it’s about me because I am part of a society that is liable for placing Trump where he is right now.
The funny part is that as an American citizen I can’t vote for president unless I’m living in one the continental states, however I am affected directly by the President’s policies.
Policies that will make the rich, richer and the poor, poorer.
Basically because we’ve forgotten to give each other hope in a recession because of our egocentricity, and have been held prisoners by a rhetoric delivered with a 5th grader’s vocabulary. And all of a sudden we think that we can make America great with hatred and escalated verbal and physical violence.
Not taking into notice that America can be built greater if we build communities where people can come together and find solutions to the problems we face together regardless of the differences we have.
Most of the time life is hard for so many reasons and we just forget to hope and believe. Which is by the way ironically is one of the things I think I am, a believer.
Life presents us with so many horrible situations where we have to make a stand or just simply walk away. The coward in us wants to walk away and be settled in a status quo that most of the time will lead us to live half alive and half dead. Probably the people who created The Walking Dead with its one line plot feed upon people like me or maybe you.
The dreamers in all of us wish that our problems would just melt away like lemon drops, but its not that simple. Caring for others is hard enough, imagine if we tried to be changers in a society that is more and more about the individual and less and less of our problems as a community or country.
Tonight as I searched for songs for a conversational English course that I’m teaching, I came across one of my favorite songs that transported me back to 6th grade and back to my dreams of finding a place of happiness somewhere over the rainbow.
I felt moved as I listened to Israel Kamakawiwo’ole sing about hope and happiness, and felt such a coward for not standing up to life’s endless situations.
My husband is about to loose his job because of a partial close of a pharmaceutical company, hence it’s no secret that we are all touched by the ups and downs of an uncertain economy. However, all of us need to hold on to believing that in someway or form are dreams may come true if we are brave enough to believe.
And that my dear readers may sound to many as something delusional to an extent, but nevertheless don’t underestimate the power of hope.
Hope is the engine of our lives, making us stand stronger in the face of adversity and when the day comes to an end and we welcome the night expecting something good to happen the next day with the rise of the sun.
May we all rest tonight expecting a brighter and better day tomorrow. Life is waiting for us whenever we’re ready to embrace it.
See you around the corner.
Dear readers, I take my life one day at a time because just dealing with today is hard enough.
Our routines and so much more have a direct impact on those who surround and love us deeply. They live through our ups and downs, sometimes voicing their feelings and other times just remaining silent. It’s hard on us and for them as well.
As I sorted my daughter’s things trying to organize her room I stumbled upon a prayer she wrote during the Summer while I was trying to recover after receiving treatment in the Hospital. Her prayer was issued in a secluded place between God and her, and even though it was not intended to be shared with anyone, today I share it with all of those who are caregivers of those they love, let the miracle of healing begin within us all.
“I heard once that prayer is about redefining our desires, it is about being open to ask for guidance, and even though we do not control our journey that does not mean we are astray.
Today I pray open to hear, even when that fills me with fear.
Dear Gracious God, I am not praying to give excuses or explain my silence. Whom I am trying to fool? My silence is yet nothing more than silent panic.
You know that.
I pray for longer walks, for less tiredness.
I pray for more smiles and restfulness of spirit.
I pray that the spirit might comfort the body.
I pray for shorter naps and more energy.
I pray for coffee @3 pm between shared stories.
I pray for our usual complicity to remain intact in times of sickness.
I pray for our unspoken bond to grow stronger in the face of weakness.
I pray that we can share prayers.
I pray that her body can gain strength while her spirit stands strong.
For now, I pray that she can rest knowing that we will do our best holding her so she does not fall.