We are blog readers. We are writers. Many of us are parents, all are children.
Sometimes we find a piece out here in this vast expanse called the world wide web that grabs a hold of our hearts. One that refreshes our spirit, touches our soul.
I was reading an article on CNN.com when a link at the bottom of the story caught my eye.
It spoke to me.
First thing I heard was “All Mom’s need a secret weapon!” Often, that’s true, but as I read the words, I read of the simple faith found jotted on scraps of paper and tucked into boxes, I realized that this weapon was far more powerful than anything I’d imagined.
At a time when life around me is tumultuous at best, as I struggle with how to help a family who has lost so much, as I fight my way through the financial tangle in our own home, as I wrestle with finding a balance with my oldest child’s fierce independence, this simple concept reminded me.
There are days when I wonder about the strength of my own faith. The harsh realities of life leave it shaken, weakened. I look around and see brokenness, pain, sadness, anger.
I want to fix these things. I want to make them better.
But I can’t.
To have such faith, such powerful, unending faith, to have that? I want that. I want to have peace in my heart knowing that nothing I am facing is too much. I want to KNOW, truly KNOW, that nothing that is put before me is more than I can handle.
And to remember that when it all feels like it is too much, perhaps all I need to do is put it on paper and put it in the God Box.