Faith

So this summer I tried to start reading the Bible, for two reasons. One, I saw a family on TV talking about how they were out eating breakfast and a car rammed through the restaurant, killing one of their children. The mother said she forgave the woman who did this because she thought, "It could have been me driving the car, and her eating breakfast." I couldn't make any sense of that reaction until I realized they must have God in their lives to be able to do that. The second reason is that I was given a Bible as a gift. Now, you must understand that I was not raised with any religion at all, so it is a very fascinating topic for me. There are two people in my life who have a very strong faith: my neighbor CeCe, and my friend Louise. I love to talk for hours with them about their religion, and ask questions about why they feel so strongly. During some recent personal struggles, these two have inspired me to pick up that Bible again, and even to pray daily. Throughout, my two spiritual friends have urged me to have faith in God, and know that He will take care of me. While reading Matthew 7:20, I came across a passage that said "Ask, and it will be given."

Well, I have been looking for a new place to live. I was going around, checking places out, and really starting to stress. It was consuming my every thought, stressing me out, and sending me into a downright panic. The place where I am now is way too expensive for me to handle alone. Nothing I looked at seemed right for me, or was too expensive, or unsafe, or dirty, etc. And a terrible time to have to move. So, I started asking. And asking. And asking. Tried to have faith. Sunday night I had hit bottom - really worked myself up into a near anxiety attack. And then, I got a visit from my old neighbor. Whose parents are my landlords. I told her my sad story. Monday, she called and lowered my rent a significant amount. Told me to stay through the school year. I don't have to move.

Huh. I now have Faith.