Stranger(s) Than Fiction

Sometimes, you search and search for answers. You spend days, months, years without them. You begin to believe that your questions will never be answered. You make the assumption that because you have yet to find an answer, it must mean that there is none to be found, or if there is, the answers are complex, unfathomable, meant for someone else.

And then a stranger from a Baptist Church somewhere in America speaks directly to you through another stranger.

And suddenly you have answers. Simple, humble answers that reverberate in that place in your heart you thought was dead forever: You will live with your loss, love with your loss; you need not have the faith that moves mountains, because your brothers and sisters are keeping the faith for you while you hurt.

Flicka and Chuch Lady: thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Comments

[wessel]

I've stalked you from Flicka's blog and left some comments on your previous entries. I liked her post too. :-)

[Shanna]

That is a good post from Flicka. I am glad that it made you feel better about your battle with your feelings and your faith. It even made me a "don't know what I believe" person feel better. I wonder, for those of us who don't know what we believe, do others who do believe offer prayers for us too?
Sorry to be a downer, just a really crap day already and I just wanted to say thanks for your post over on my site. I don't know how I would get through without you Lola. You keep me afloat.

[anna]

Wow...What a great post. I cried as I read it. So glad it touched you, too!