I'm not sure if it has been the busy or the lazy or a mix of both but I have not been very diligent to this blog of mine. Not that I have many if any readers but either way, writing is calming and right now at this point in my life I need calm. Way too many things have been going on lately. Some for the better but so many seem for the worse. This leads me to sit and ponder the "why do these things happen" thoughts that so many of us have when life hands us lemons. I know that one is only given only so much as they can handle but it honestly seems overwhelming. At what point is one allowed to step back and say "ENOUGH!" or are we ever allowed to say that? Does this mean I do not have faith that everything happens for a reason and that while I may not understand the reason now it will present itself later? No, I have faith. Believe me, I have faith. It may not be a traditional faith but it is a faith nonetheless.
The first thing that always comes to mind when I get to an odd point like this is the poem "Footprints in the Sand." I imagine these times in my life where I feel alone and lost and wonder if there is someone carrying me through it why do I feel so alone and lost? Why do I question what is happening in my life? Shouldn't it be different? Shouldn't you feel like you are being supported? So yes, you turn all your thoughts to faith in these times but again, why do you feel so lost? Why do you question what is going on around you? It seems opposite of how one should feel during these type of times. If we have faith we should never feel lost or alone. Does this mean that our faith is broken? Does this mean that one is not doing something correctly with their faith? Does my faith mean any less or more than your faith? What about those that find faith through tragedy? Does their faith mean anything different? Why should it matter when and how you found your faith? Why does anyone care?
So many questions and so few actual answers. It all brings me back to the beginning of why so many things have to happen to each of us. Or why it seems like only certain people have all the bad things. I suppose I am just looking at the wrong side of this. Good things come out of the bad all the time. I just need to sit back, take it one day at a time, and let life happen. And remember that it all happens for a reason.
Enough of my rambles for the day....
