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.