So I have mentioned in recent posts that I sometimes lose faith. Faith in myself, in others, and in God. Not so much that there is a God, but that he or she loves me and has a wonderful plan for my life. But sometimes you find faith in the oddest places.
Earlier this week I was cleaning the wet rack in the produce department, as I do most nights, and I saw something on the floor that looked like a red piece of hard candy or a lollipop, but it had something printed on it. I picked it up and I saw that it was a round piece of plastic or glass that had the word “Faith” on it.
Call it a sign, an omen, a coincidence, a cheap trinket that a girl named Faith dropped…I’m choosing to believe…to have faith that it means something. That somebody up there likes me and is willing to give me a chance, or two, or trillions.
Also, one of Boodles’ real names means Faith, and I’m choosing to believe and take this as a sign that I have not lost her, even though we are thousands of miles apart, that our bond is strong and we will be together one day soon. That I will find the strength…and the faith…to do what I have to do to see that this happens.
Since I found “Faith” I have carried “Faith” in my pocket, and will for as long as I have “Faith.” My “Faith” may take a beating, after a time the word may rub off, it may get broken, but I will carry it with me…and try not to lose it.