Faith for the Impossible
Summer is coming to Maryland via quite a warm spring. Some things are inevitable and will come to pass, whether we want them to or not. Personally, I’m enjoying the warm weather, although I wish I had skied more this winter. Oh well - at least I got to ski in Utah, right?
Back to the point - I know no psychics, and I’m not sure I would take their advice anyway if I did. There’s a certain mystery to life, not always knowing what will come next, seasons and other predictable events aside. With mystery, though, comes uncertainty and decisions.
How do we decide what to believe in life? I guess I’m blessed in some of the whole certainty concept, since my faith in God and in my chosen career path has been pretty solid since I was just a kid. Two of the biggest ones are down, right, so I should be happy?
Well, I’m not. Not always, anyway. How does one ever know what to believe, when it comes to everyday life and love? Is there ever a point where it’s okay to have faith for the impossible, and when does one know to give it up? Even more, when one does decide to give up hope, how does she go about doing it?
I may never have the answers, but for now, I think my only possible plan of action is to focus on the things I believe in that I know I should believe. As for everything else, hopefully I’ll be mature enough to handle whatever comes my way, by the time my life catches up with all of my questions.
In the meantime, I have some cherry blossoms to enjoy.
