An Overflowing Faith
“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”
I’ve spoken of my deep faith here before and I keep returning to it, because it is such a profound part of my life. If you could even ATTEMPT to separate my faith from who I am, I would simply cease to be who I am.
For a long time I had no clue where my faith came from. Oh, I understand that it was a gift bestowed on me before I arrived in this lifetime. I keep thinking about Natalie Merchant’s Song “Wonder.” If you don’t know the song, track it down and take a listen. That song is SOOOOO me.
Without going too far into my childhood history, there were so many times when I could have passed. It is LITERALLY a miracle that I’m here at all. I sincerely believe it was my strong faith that brought me to where I am today. God knew I was going to need all the gifts he could bestow on me. He gave me the BEST gift he had. HE gave me HIS faith. HE literally opened me up and instead of blood, HE poured all the faith HE could into my soul. HE overdid it, because EVEN I can’t keep all the faith I have inside of me. My faith cascades out of me. I think that’s why HE overdid it. I believe now that it was God’s intention for me to share my faith. I didn’t know how and I wasn’t ready to acknowledge His intention until I began this blog.
This is my way of sharing my faith.
Last January on the Epiphany of ALL days I woke up and I suddenly understood that my faith was also gifted to me through my father. My Mom and Dad divorced when I was very young and both re-married. My Dad and his wife had a son together and as it turns out, my half brother, John also has an undying faith. It is the only common denominator I’ve so far discovered because as far as I know I haven’t encountered anyone else in my extended family who has such a strong faith. No one has yet spoken up at least.
John has gone in a different direction with his faith, but we both have this in common. My Dad is the root. A few years ago I tried to talk to my Dad about my faith and my belief system. It didn’t go well. If there is one thing I regret, it’s not being able to share my belief that my Dad is the common denominator with him.
I have my faith and I know BEYOND a doubt that it has saved my life many times over. I also know that it was a gift bestowed on me first by God and second through my Dad. There are so many people who walk through this life without understanding that God is right there in front of them. All they have to do is take their blinders off and open their eyes. I hope to help some of those blind people see what’s right in front of them.