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Of Little Faith

20140105-193324.jpgFirst, let me know state that I am not here to preach, but I wish to write about my relationship (or lack there of) with god (whoever he/she may be).

As a child, my parents raised me as a Lutheran, which to this day -albeit perhaps hypocritically- I still claim to be. I was never the child who took to blind faith as my mother had raised me to ask questions. I remember the stunned face of my Sunday School teacher when I asked after a lesson in which she explained that everyone who knew and accepted God (that is the Judeo-Christian God) would be allowed into heaven, “What about the ancient Greeks and Romans and Asian people?” She blinked, not understanding my questions. “That’s not fair. The did not God or Jesus. No one told them or they had different beliefs, so why wouldn’t they get into heaven too?” She never gave me an answer, and I believe she had “a talk” with my mom.

As a teen, I was active in the church, participated in youth groups, attended Christian band concerts, and even when to a national youth gathering and Bible camp. I will even admit to feeling “the spirit” move me during a few of these experiences. By this, as I reflect back as an adult, I mean that I feel a deep sense of human connection which filled me -if only briefly- with a sense of my insignificance in the scheme of the history of the world and willing vulnerability in sharing this acknowledgement with relative strangers.

During my freshman year in college, I was exposed for perhaps the first time different religions and beliefs through Humanities, Religions of World, and African Studies. Briefly religion in general fascinated me as it was clearly a tool used as societal control and a catch all to explaining that which we could not. I deemed organized religion a nuisance and outdated and though little more about it.

In 2005, my husband and I had our first child. While I wasn’t keen on religion, I knew that I wanted my child to have a solid foundation in the societal norms of love, generosity and hope. Since my husband had also been raised Lutheran, and was much more faithful than I, he suggested we start going to church with our daughter. I obliged as I didn’t truly have anything against it though I wasn’t sure I felt I believed it either.

Shortly after, in June 2006, I was diagnosed with invasive ductal carsinoma- breast cancer. During my treatment, battle, personal hell, I raged at the concept of god. How dare he/she inflict such suffering in the world? Not only was I a new mother and a mere 24, there where others just a innocently being struck down by strategy. How could a loving, benevolent god harm those he/she proclaimed to love? I stopped going to church- though our church literally kept of fed during this time- and I snubbed any kind of sentiments that “God only gives us what we can handle” or that “God has a plan.”

Four years later, we decided to have another baby. The doctors thought I was nuts for rising the hormone levels since my cancer had grown a spread during my previous pregnancy, and my mom was beside herself thinking about the possiblity. However, I was overjoyed to be having another child despite my anxiety about reoccurance, especially since we weren’t even sure I would physically be able to have another due to the chemo and radiation I had undergone.

Lately, however, as we attend church, one that I truly enjoy being at as our pastor explains the Scripture in a historical manner, I have felt hypicritical. As my daughters ask questions about the Bible and God, while I know the “correct answers”, the same that were taught to me in Sunday School, I find myself hesitating. Do I give an answer that I don’t particularly believe? I don’t want them to grown up and find out that more often than not I disbelieve the stories of the Bible. I do know that I believe in a higher power. I do believe that there is something bigger than this life. But whether that belief coexists with the Christian faith, I’m not sure.

I do know that I will continue to grow my understanding of the world through the teachings of the Christian church as I seek to reconcile what I do believe with what the church teaches. I don’t think it is wrong to give my daughters a foundation in faith that they can grow in and question as they grow, I just find that I am not yet proficient in talking to them about it, especially when I struggle to understand my faith as well. An while I don’t know that I believe God as He exists within the church, I found this verse today- “I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be born, says The Lord.” (Isaiah 66.9) -and for whatever reason, possibly my struggle with cancer as a new mother and the blessing of a second child, it struck a cord, and perhaps opened my heart and soul a bit more for the mysteries of faith and god.

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January 5, 2014 · 7:37 pm

The Fast Lane?

I read this article, The Day I Stopped Saying Hurry Up | Rachel Macy Staffordjust now and my gut wretched a bit because this could have been me writing.  In the day in age in which everything is met with instant gratification–because let face it, everything can be done on your smartphone anymore–many of us have forgotten how to enjoy life.  Why do we find ourselves living our lives in the fast lane, the wind whipping by and the scenery of our lives but a blur in our periphery?

As I head back to my classroom and my life get busy with life, I want to slow down.  But it will be hard.  Slow is not in my nature because a schedule doesn’t wait, and most of the time I can’t sit still.  But what is the alternative?  Do I want to see my daughters, like Stafford saw hers, emulating my perpetual impatience and growing up believing I don’t have a second to spare for them?

So here it is, August 2013, and I’m making my New Year’s resolution: Breath deeply and slow down to experience rather than rush through life with my family.

 

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Dear Daughter of Mine

Love Poem

Love Poem (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

“You’ll never not be my girl ‘Cause love is the heart of the world”

from “Heart of the World” by Lady Antebellum

Dear daughter,

The sentiment above is most true! Since the day you blessed the world with your small cry, the bond of mother and daughter was sealed and fate tied us together forever.  I would never want it any other way.

Each day I watch as you grow.  From a tiny bundle so reliant on me for you every need to the headstrong toddler determined to do it herself to the beautiful girl you continue to become.  Each second, minute, hour, day, month, year, I cannot fathom how it is that I was the one lucky enough to be chosen to be your mother.  It is my greatest joy and my greatest fear as I wish to be the best mother I can be for you.

You come from a long line of determined and self-assured women who know their minds which sometimes comes across as self-importance and snobbery. And while it is important that you consider others always, “Make every effort to change things you do not like. If you cannot make a change, change the way you have been thinking. You might find a new solution” (Maya AngelouLetters to My Daughter).  I hope that you will always know what you want and will always be willing to fight for what you believe, being a women of action rather than complaint.  But make changes that will change the world for the better, even if in a minuscule way.  I hope that I have the grace to be a model for you in this way as I want dearly for you to know your own strength and be confident in your ability to stand on your own two feet and in your ability to bring about change.  Your strength comes from me and the women before you, but more importantly it comes from within you. Maya Angelou, an author I hope you take the opportunity to read, says in Letters to My Daughter, “You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.” She is right. The strength within you will guide you and provide you the fortitude to carry on even in the face of your greatest fears.

I also wish for you to find joy and love in your life.  I hope that your passions lead you to see the world, tempt fate and love unconditionally.  I hope that I can show you the kind of love having you in my life has given me.  I hope that you not only know, but can see in my face, hear in my voice, and feel in my embrace the unconditional love I have for you.  I hope you will never doubt of a single second how much I love you.  I hope you see love as a risk willing to take despite the uncertainty of this world. And when you have a love of your own or children, I wish that you feel the completeness in your heart that the unconditional love you have for them brings to you.

Be present always.  Be present in the moment.  Be present in your life.  Do not dwell in the past over things you can not change; instead, carry the memories you cherish forward and take the wisdom you have learned with you into the future.  In the same respect, do not live what may come to be; while we have the ability to shape our future, it is only by out actions in the present.  So, be present always.

Lastly, remember that you can always come home.  Wherever the world may take you, however far away, my arms are always open and you will always be the joy that fills my heart.  When you are heartbroken, come home.  It does not detract from the strength within you, but rather shows the strength you place in your foundations and those who love you.  When you have joy in you life, come home and share it; it will be my joy also.  Because in the every changing world on this journey called life, “you’ll never not be my girl.”

Love,

Mom

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