So, I think
I have mentioned how oblivious I am at times. Some times, in my own
bubble I forget how the world is living. I sure it's a defense mechanism
for the empath in me cause when I do get involved, is a deep emotional
involvement. There is really no middle ground. No gray.
One
of my bubbles were popped about 12 hours ago. I have been trying to
avoid news stories and any real Trump updates. It's been a week and a
half of denial that he is the president of the country I reside in. Last
night, after an amazing day, I decided to turn on the news and deal
with the reality that was the world we lived in.
I cried like someone died.
To
see the protests. The anguish of people just wanting to be reunited
with their loved ones, but can not because they have faith in a higher
power different than one most people of this land are used to, was just a
little more than I could bear.
I
spent the tossing and turning and between sleep I woke up wondering
what I could do beside pray. I was frustrated because as powerful as I
know prayer is, it didn't seem actionable. Then I woke up to an
epiphany (ha!):
Prayer works because we believe in it. Praying without faith is like having a conversation with with the wall. It doesn't really leave the room.
No
matter who our higher power is, even if it is our self, the believe in
the power if the highest good is what drives results. It is what gets us
through. It is the foundation. So no, my epiphany wasn't an action
plan. My epiphany is to trust that God heard my prayers and hold on to
my faith until I am presented with a solution, because I know its
coming.
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