Crossing the roads of life.

A friend of mine recently told me that his biggest problem is his lack of faith. Lack of faith. I find this is a problem with a lot of people I’ve met lately. And I notice too that the people who have the biggest problem with faith are the people who have the biggest problem with trusting other people. They don’t want to get close to anybody because they are skeptical of other people’s motives. They stay away from words like “love” and “forever.” They don’t really believe that such concepts exist.

These people seem to only want to trust themselves. But too often I find that these are the same people who seem to be royally screwing up their own lives. They push away anyone who tries to care about them and they turn to substances to fill the ever-present void in their hearts. Essentially, they become addicts, enslaved to their own less-than-fulfilling passions. And then they have to ask the Dr. Phil question: How’s that workin’ for ya? Guess what, people – it’s not!
Sometimes I tell people the stories of my life – my choices regarding residential moves and growing my family and they tell me I have extraordinary faith. I am flattered by the compliment, but faith comes easily when you trust that another person truly does have your best interest in mind. If I picture myself as a child taking hold of my father’s hand as we cross the busy street, faith is not something to struggle with. It’s simply a matter of trust. I trust my father to lead me across that intersection and see that I safely reach the other side. It’s as simple as that.

Too often, we expect ourselves to reach the magical age when we will have all the answers in life. For me, it was twenty-three. I thought, “Surely, when I reach twenty-three, I will know everything there is to know about life.” Well guess what? When I reached twenty-three, I was a newlywed expecting my first child, terrified that I didn’t know any of the answers for all my all-important questions. Then I thought, “Maybe when I’m twenty-seven, I’ll know everything there is to know.” When I reached age twenty-seven, I was the mother of three children, trying to follow my passion of writing, not really knowing where I was going and having only a slightly better clue as to how to handle it all.

Over the years, I became friends with many other moms, women of all different ages, and I discovered something quite amazing: nobody has all the answers. There is no magical age of omniscience. We all are continuously bumbling through life, doing the best we can with what we have inherited, what we have experienced, and what we have studied. Many times, we just have to trust. We have to trust that all will work out for the best. We have to trust in other people. We have to have faith. We cannot make it alone.