Have Faith! What exactly does it mean to you? Mostly it can lead to faith in God, faith in yourselves or faith in your work. Having faith on something comforts us, makes us think or believe that good things will happen or at least things will improve in our lives, it acts like a golden light at the end of a dark tunnel.
Personally for me, as most of you might know, I am a believer that there is a higher power which guides us in every step of our lives and I like to live by my beliefs that life will throw things at you to make you stronger.
But what happens when your faith is lost? Who do you tend to then... This happened when I lost my Papa last year. My faith and my beliefs all came to a crashing halt within minutes. I was in utter disbelief on how it can even happen and why it happened?
My Papa, what can I say about him! He was a gem of a person, always smiling, never spoke ill of anyone. His dedication towards the family and the work ethic was unmatchable, he was and still is the binding force in my family. Home for me was Papa! But when we lost him, I only had one thought, how can God do that to him? I did not had any answers to this question. All of a sudden, there was a big void in my life which could not be filled ever, all my plans and wishes to do things with him were over. Life became a whole lot tougher for me, the protective shield under which I thrived was gone all of a sudden.
What to do now? I have the answer to this question and that I learned from my Papa. He always used to say, "Do good and honest work, the road to success is only hard work, never shy away from it and never fear anything if you are right." This was one of the last things he said to me, when we were talking on phone one day. So there are only two ways to it, I can either sit keeping one hand on another and do nothing or basically Get Shit Done.
So, coming back to the faith part of this write up. Is my faith restored in the higher power, are my beliefs back to what they used to be? The honest answer is "I don't know." It will take time to come back in terms with what happened but one thing I am certain of is the faith on my Papa. He had faith in me, he believed in me and the last thing he said to me was that he was proud of me and nobody in the world can take that away from me.
So, now I think that I never lost my faith because my Papa is still with me in every step of my life, his teachings, his blessings and his love can never be taken from me.
He is my Inspiration and he is my Leap of Faith!
Ciao!
