Prayer. We grew up with. In bad times and in good. Whether it was in appreciation or desperation, a ‘Padre Nuestro’ and an ‘Ave Maria’ always delivered a certain peace of mind. Like saying “I’m not sure what’s really going to happen, but no matter what, you’re going to be okay.”
Even now it’s hard to believe so blindly.
Even moreso that I can believe so blindly…but I do.
Impossible to deny. Faith can move mountains! Maybe not literally, but the amount of weight it can lift off one’s shoulders, if only for a moment, is pretty incredible. My heart has learned to pray in the true sense of the word. Asking a higher power for strength in times of weakness, for courage in times of fear, for guidance in times of uncertainty, for solace in times of turmoil, and for comfort in times of sadness.
No longer with the jaded undertone of youthful disbelief and stupidity. Now fortified by the so many years of nothing but faith alone seeing us through.
And while I won’t say I know every single word to my ‘Padre Nuestros’ and ‘Ave Marias,’ the few I do know make me feel a part of something much bigger than myself.