Flights of Faith 1

Funny how that word crept into the description of this blog. Faith. Funny how keeping a positive attitude to move forward comes out of faith, and how surviving what life hands us comes out of faith. I let it cross my mind that, perhaps, I had not been attending to that part of the description recently, but then I glanced back through my entries and, lo and behold, there faith was. It had crept in all over the place, though not necessarily being called by name.

Yesterday, after a week of many frustrations, of being overwhelmed at work, of having to tear the house upside-down looking for things that were never found, of waiting for other people to do things that never were done, and of doing chores that continually reappear just because that's the way of chores, etc., etc., etc., I gathered the family troops (those being Stephen, Alli, and me - Clint had to work...) for a TGIF dinner at a favorite soup and salad place. The intent was for it to be a time for us all to let the past week go, be together, and just be glad that the weekend was upon us. Alli wisely suggested that we go into it with the rule that she and her friends have to follow sometimes - no talk about school, work, or in this case also, cars. Such a great suggestion! We had such a good time unwinding together.

Faith creeping in again. Letting go of the troubles - giving them up for awhile, takes faith. We always remember that classic Tevye line from Fiddler on the Roof, during a time when the world seems to be always against him, "We know we are Your chosen people, but couldn't You just choose someone else once in a while?" We all get tired, but faith allows us to regroup, wake up the next day and look for another way to make it all work. Working on that.....