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This Thing Called Faith January 28, 2011

Filed under: Life — Aimee @ 4:38 am
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Faith is everything. It is not an illusion, it is not something that you are compelled to believe in because others tell you to, it does not relate to religion alone. Faith is the silent force that leads you from one place to another, it is the strength that you unknowingly hold on to when nothing else is working. It builds hope, it bolsters peace, it keeps humility, it nurtures love. Faith is not the way of the blind or of fools. What good is your wisdom if you have not faith?

Faith is everything because you have it in you all this time, even without you knowing about it.

You retire to bed each night knowing that you will wake up the next morning. – That is faith.

You send your toddler to school knowing that she’ll have a happy time wrestling toys with other kids, and then getting home safely later in the afternoon to tell you all about it. – That is faith.

You choose someone to love not knowing for certain if things will work for the long term, but you try to make things work anyway because you know you are doing the right thing, and because you are happy. – That is faith.

You try to craft your life the best way you can, but you know you don’t control anything. You are a speck in the universe, an important speck may be, but a speck nonetheless. Your wisdom has limits. You don’t have all the answers. But you believe a greater force is at work. – That is faith.

People build bridges, design skyscrapers, make discoveries, go to work day in and day out, save for the rainy days, get married, have babies, plan for their retirement.

Why? Because they know the earth will keep on spinning, that sunrise will give way to sunset, then sunrise again. Because they know their children will grow up to be adults and bless them with grandchildren.

Without any spoken assurances.

Faith. Silent and entrenched. You fade away when you don’t have it.

There is no assurance that the sun will rise tomorrow, or that your toddler will come home after a long day at school, or that your love story will have a happy ending. But you believe in your heart that they will and unknowingly you do things that lead to another sunrise, another day spent in shrieking laughter, another page in that story. That is faith.

Things may not be at their peachiest right now, you may have a pressing question that doesn’t have the slightest semblance of an answer, or you may be at an ugly crossroad just when everyone else is having a grand time. Faith allows you to see beyond any goal you have set, any expectation you have ever made, any dream you have designed. You may not have gotten that promotion at work or your friend may have tossed your feelings recklessly, but you know eventually you’ll have your place in the sun, you’ll have your time. Things will be fine.

If you have not faith, you’ll never get to that peachy place you have in your head.

Everything else is secondary.


China, How Could you Break my Heart so Bad? May 16, 2008

Filed under: Events,Mortality stuff — Aimee @ 3:10 am
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This photo from Reuters tore my heart into a gazillion tiny splinters. I never knew China could pain my soul so bad.

If you look closely you will see a pair of shod feet peeping under a huge amount of rubble – the sad and horrifying aftermath of the earthquake that left approximately 50,000 dead in China’s Sichuan province alone. These are a young student’s feet. An entire middle school collapsed when the quake hit the hilly areas of Sichuan, burying nearly 900 of unwary students, who for all we know had actually been doodling notes on paper or sharing dreams with their classmates. At least 50 were confirmed dead, and others declared missing. Another children’s school buried more than 150 students, later confirmed dead, while more than twenty cannot be accounted for. The students who were buried dead in this school had reportedly been taking a nap when the quake hit. As I write this, my hands are shaking and tears threaten to blur the screen anytime.

The earthquake was so devastating that even huge chemical plants were reduced to gray rubbish. A road was blocked by mountainous debris, and as it was impossible for rescue workers to get through they had to resort to explosives to clear the way. Parents, sisters, brothers, were seen weeping in front of schools, searching for life signs amidst the heap of ruins. Doors were utilized as makeshift stretchers in the hope of speeding up the rescue procedures and in saving as many lives as possible. Mickey mouse backpacks and water bottles were all that was left, and a collective grief that was too inconsolable for words. Countless bodies were lined inside morgues covered in white linen, little feet peeping through the cloths, or stubby fingers stained with dried blood. Parents could only kneel and weep, for there was nothing else left to do.

Look closer above, and you will find a tiny butterfly captured fluttering near the plastic bottle and the pastel colored shoes. I can only hope it tells us something. Something that resembles hope and faith and better days that lie ahead, in spite of the monstrosity of past events. There won’t be happy days for years to come, as far as the parents of these children are concerned. There won’t be joyful birthdays, homework nights, sports practice, and graduation days. There won’t be long kisses goodnight.

For all of the beauty and greatness that is China, little did I know this nation could actually break my heart so bad.