FAITH

My therapist looked at me so weird last week…

“I mean, Jesus is my BFF…” I casually said in a sentence (totally forgetting that not everyone thinks that way).

She just cocks an eyebrow and asks me, “Why do you think your faith is so strong?”

She caught me off guard. I had never been asked that question. I have a whole friggin’ chapter on faith in my book, and I didn’t even answer that question! PS- I’m adding to that chapter before we go to print for sure!

“I guess it’s because there have been so many times in my life when He was the only one I had.” My answer even caught me by surprise, but it was spot on.

Sometimes, on the nights when my kiddos weren’t home and I couldn’t afford cable or go out with my friends or drown my sorrows in a bottle, the pain was almost unbearable. I would lay in bed, curled up in the fetal position, in such physical pain from my sadness. The silence on the outside combined with the whirring thoughts in my head was almost maddening. The only thing that made it better was to sing worship songs. Sometimes I would belt them out at the top of my lungs. Other times, the only thing I could squeak out (Jesus did not give me Adel’s voice🤷🏼‍♀️) was the lyrics of one chorus or sometimes a single line.

One time, in particular, I even got frustrated thinking… “I’m literally dying of a broken heart, and the only damn thing I can think of is the friggin’ Psalty Song?!?” (@psaltythesingingsongbook circa 1978)

But it worked.

It wasn’t my faith that carried me through those hard times, it was Christ himself. But through those hard times, my faith grew some mighty strong roots!

FAITH. It’s my mantra. It’s my daughters middle name. And now, I wear it proudly tattooed on my body, but it was tattooed on my soul a long time ago. ❤️

🎼“I cast all my cares upon You
I lay all of my burdens down at your feet
And anytime I don’t know what to do
I will cast all my cares upon You”

https://youtu.be/ftlhvUibkHM

You’re welcome!

Blessings on Blessings,