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.
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.
Sometimes we need to listen that things are going to be all right.
Phil Collins has just the right song for that.
I’m more than sure that we someone in our lives who make us feel that no matter what is going on in our lives, things will get better.
It can be our parents, our children, our significant other, or a friend.
“Come With Me” is a testament of that.
Have a great day, and never stop believing in yourself or the good of life.
Hasta la próxima.