You Gotta Have Faith

In the years growing up, I never knew much about faith. I’d hear people saying, “Faith will get you through anything,” and other similar quotes of that nature, but I never fully understood it. I associated it with church and church just wasn’t doing it for me. Not that I didn’t believe. Oh, far from it. There’s someone or something out there that is way stronger, wiser and more powerful than we are, believe me.

But my little Baptist church which was the only thing I had to go by as far as learning about faith had its disappointments.

But, in all the fifty-three years I’ve been on this earth, yesterday was the first day I finally understood what faith is all about.

It’s about believing.

But it’s a personal kind of believing. What works for you might seem silly to me; thus, I can’t have faith that what you believe in will work with me. If it ain’t there, it ain’t there. And my kind of believing might not be comprehensible to you, but that’s okay, too.

I believe that we are all different organisms on this earth and each of our ideals are going to be different because what works for you works for you because it coincides with your personal spiritual makeup. This is why some people frown on others’ ideals especially if they are being pushy about it. Again, if it ain’t there, no one is going to convince you it’s there unless you feel it there yourself.

I rambled on because I wanted to give you some backup information on what my beliefs are on the subject of faith so that you can understand what a miraculous thing happened yesterday that only confirmed the fact that, yes, Virginia, there is a thing called faith and it works.

Whenever you are at your lowest, what’s the first thing you do?

Well, the first thing I do is try to connect with my spirit guides or loved ones who died long ago for help. Might seem a silly thing to do, but this method has been proven to work three times in my life. It might have worked more for me had I used it more, but I didn’t want to take advantage of it.

The first time I used this, I was working at a restaurant where the boss was sexually harassing everything in a skirt. I did get smacked on the derriere in the walk-in, but the main brunt of harassment against me was in telling me (and my other co-worker) that we were too old for the job. He had hired a couple of young things to take over our jobs and I knew something had to be done and fast.

I was outside on a smoke break. I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked to the heavens and I said, “Please get me away from here. Somewhere. New York even!”

Now, New York happens to be five hours away and I pulled the state out of my head, not thinking, but not caring either. I’d go anywhere at that point. I was at my lowest and crying to someone, anyone, for help.

Two days later, my daughter walks up to me and says she has tickets to go to New York on a tour bus and would I like to go. I went.

I look back on that and for some odd reason, I kept it in my memory bank because it was so soul-strengthening for me. I knew something had happened. But what?

The second time this happened, I was walking the dogs behind the chicken houses out back.