Thursday, October 6, 2011

"Embracing Faith Transition." by Joanna Brooks


"My faith is not the same faith I had when I was sixteen years old.
It isn’t without wrinkles, puckers, and scars. It isn’t perfect now, but
really, it wasn’t perfect then either. It is not effortless, and it never has
been. If I stood my faith naked before a crowd, some might say it
isn’t very pretty. Not pretty at all. But it is my faith. It is hardworking,
scarred, and muscular. It has been cut, pierced, torn, and reorganized
beyond recognition. It has been fed, and it has fed others.

"My faith is strong in the way a survivor’s body is strong. To survive,
I let go of some once-precious parts of myself, parts of myself
that others may have thought were special and beautiful. But these
parts were not healthy any more. They were making me sick. And
my survival was more important than holding onto them. They
have gone, and my faith has a new silhouette.

"My faith has been through some major transitions, and it continues
to change. It may not be pretty, but just look how many miles my faith
has carried me. I can say: I have lived, I have lived, and my spirit is
stronger still."

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