So perhaps the last few posts have strayed a bit into “self-help” rather than “self-discovery.” If you’ll permit, here’s another in that direction. I try not to proselytize, but it’s no secret that my faith is important to me. I also carry a belief that everything will work out as it’s meant–which is, for the best. On many occasions last year while sorting out the next chapter of my life, I had my doubts. Here’s a taste:
Jan. 25, 2014
One week ago, I was feeling utterly depleted from the week, confused, and unprepared for what was ahead. I had gone over to Jen’s and proceeded to word-vomit all of my worries. She poured me a Manhattan and patiently talked me down off the ledge. That following Saturday, I received a card in the mail from Jen. She started the message: “I believe in you.” Her simple words were the precise thing I needed to hear at that moment. I had collected and carried so many concerns; her phrase allowed me to breathe for the first time in days. One other thing she wrote was “Jeremiah 29:11-13.” Not remembering exactly what that passage was, I grabbed my phone to search it and welled up at the first verse.
“Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart” (12-13).
It can sometimes seem old-fashioned to have faith. But I don’t believe we can truly have faith in ourselves without first having faith in something bigger than ourselves. I couldn’t have made this journey without faith. I am also grateful a friend reminded me of her faith in me at the moment I needed it most.