March 16, 2015

The Simplest and the Hardest Thing

My dad is a Catholic and goes to Mass every Sunday, without fail. My grandmother, Nana, is a Catholic and goes to Mass every day, without fail. Both my best friend and my boyfriend are active Christians. They read daily devotionals and go to church on days other than Christmas.

But me? Faith has never been my strong suit.

It's not that I don't want to have faith (even if it isn't the same as my dad's or my boyfriend's). And it's not that I haven't tried. In fact, sometimes I even get pretty far... until I get to something that doesn't make sense. Basically, the part of faith that requires, you know, faith.

And I haven't learned how to just accept something that otherwise seems illogical. So faith, for me, is hard.

But just because I'm not at Nana's level doesn't mean I can't take a leaf from her book. And I mean that literally: although a lot of the Bible doesn't make sense to me, some parts of it are some of my favorite pieces of writing. (And I've read many pieces of writing.)

I don't have much for you this Monday except one of my favorite verses from Proverbs (which is my favorite part of the Bible). It's one of the simplest concepts and one of the hardest: control your thoughts because they become your reality. You are only as happy or as sad as you decide you will be.

Just like faith, this one is another struggle for me. But just like faith, I'm hoping I'm just a work in progress.