There are so many thoughts running through my head as I write this prompt. Like an ocean swirling with vicious fists and painful stabs under the façade of serene surface rolls—I too struggle—death stole a mother’s breath today.
I don’t second guess the Universe or flaunt disparaging phrases asking why. The Universe doesn’t question or create grievances to test my faith against any fear.
I know what faith is, I know my life is steeped in total faith that there is a power greater than me. Therefore, I would never suggest or ask why; it isn’t my place.
Besides, no amount of questioning will ever change the outcome. I don’t think any voice of reason would be able to articulate a feasible reason grand enough to justify stealing a mother’s last breath. So I must have faith that this power greater than me answered the calls of its duty when she transcended this life.
What validates her existence; her mark on this world isn’t about grieving for what was lost, but celebrating what was found. The memory of an action, the recall of an event, those are the reasons to rise above the despair and sadness and begin to awaken within us the place where we know Faith will always kick fear right in the ass.
When we can believe in a power greater than us; a power we can’t see, taste, or touch and we know beyond any doubt it will always have our backs (no matter what),then and only then we will truly understand what Faith is. Faith is having total belief in something, even when you can’t see it.
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