Faith. What does it mean to me?
For some, churches and deep religious beliefs spring to mind when faith is mentioned. But me, I’ve always thought of faith as stemming from within. It’s that infinitesimal grain, buried so far within a person, which unless actively sought, could lie dormant for…years…ever.
But once been summoned, appreciated and listened to, there’s nothing that faith can’t do for a person. Faith, or rather the ability to tap into one’s faith, brings peace, harmony, balance and a sense of calm that can’t be achieved any other way.
It’s the tiny voice inside your head, telling you to do this or that. That if you just believe—really believe—things will turn out okay. It’s what, during our darkest hours, allows us to view our entire life, as if it were laid out before us.
It lets us recognize our past for what it was. The learning it provided. The joys. Sorrows. Victories. Those things that broke us. All that it took to deliver us to where we are right now. Faith gives us the strength to then observe, bless and release all of those memories aware that’s where we came from, not where we are meant to go.
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