Having/ losing faith

Things are so funny sometimes. This week, tattoos have become the subject. A friend of mine got her first tattoo. It says "Get Thee Behind Me", it's from a scripture in the bible, the book of Luke. We were talking and I was asked if I had any tattoos of my ow. I hesitated to answer, but proceeded anyway. I showed her my tattoo on the back of my neck. We chatted some more and went about our separate ways. Today (Friday) the Tyra show was on tattoos, and regretting them... etc... I was talking to a long time friend of mine and when I mentioned the show, she said that she wanted to get a tat. Again the subject of my tattoo came up and she asked me what it was. I replied "It says Faith".

Recently my faith has been challenged, fading, up and down; I find it strange that I have a personal constant reminder of how important faith is, but yet I have so much fear blocking me from truly having faith, whole-hearteldy! I just wanted to share this with you, keep having faith! Even when you're in the darkest hour, Keep the faith alive! It's hard for me, because sometimes I have doubt in my mind, but in the end, things always turn out fine!

On another note, I found this excerpt that was sent to me when my mom passed away last April. In 2 days it will be 1 year since she passed.

Grief is a lot like moving water: sometimes it’s stagnant, like a pond and it’s almost serene, so you don’t notice that it’s there. Sometimes it’s a slow and steady drip, like a faucet-you know it’s there, but it’s manageable. Sometimes it’s like a shower-steady and apparent. Sometimes it’s like a fire hose; overwhelming, but you can turn it off eventually. And sometimes it’s like the dam broke and your grief is messy, it can destroy things, and you don’t know if it will ever stop. Water pressure-like grief comes and goes depending on the day. Sometimes it depends on the time of day. But it comes and goes. For some, you’ll gravitate to the serene place. For others, you’ll always feel the steady drip of grief in your heart. And everyone will feel the dam break at some point and at that point you’ll cry, you’ll kick, you’ll scream, you’ll sob, and you might have to lather rinse repeat this process for a long time, but it’s different for everyone. Grief eventually freezes up in the wintertime of your sorrow into its own unique snowflake for lack of better explanation.