Praise to the Man

As I write my book, I listen to hymns to make sure that I am always writing with the spirit. I don't ever want this book to come off as a bitter rant. One of my favorite albums to listen to is the Motab CD, 'Praise to the Man." The title song in particular. Sometimes, I even put it on repeat. It helps me to remember that while I have certainly had my faith and strength tried, I have not had to endure a fraction of what has been asked of some people.

On Sunday, a woman who is dealing with some serious health issues, asked for advice from the women on how to find faith when you feel as though you've been tapped out.  I didn’t have an answer to her question. I don’t know how people stay so faithful. I’ve struggled with the trial of infertility, on top of other issues, for 11 years, and there are times when I let it over shadow my faith. The only thing I can say is that if I didn’t have faith, I can only imagine that would just make our situation worse. I suppose I continue to have faith that the Lord has a plan because if I didn’t, the hopelessness would consume me. I wanted to be able to raise my hand and tell her that I had an answer for her on how to have more faith when yours is running out. Unfortunately, I don’t. I haven’t figured it out yet. I'm still working on accepting the hand I've been dealt and finding the faith to believe it has a greater purpose than I can understand.

But, as I listen to this hymn, I do know that sometimes we have to rely on the faith of others. Let your friends and family hold you up. Find peace and happiness in what has been done for you, especially by those who have come long before you and paved a path for you to follow.

This is why I have chosen to write this story. I struggle with it every time I sit down to add words to these pages. But, someone, someday, somewhere is going to find comfort from my experiences. But, despite the things I've learned, I still struggle to keep my faith, I'm sure it will always be that way. Otherwise, how would I truly appreciate my blessings?

I'll hop down off of my soap box now. I just felt like letting out a little of the emotions clogging my mind. And...maybe I'm procrastinating a little. Back to writing...