I ended up loving Conclave—much to my surprise. I started watching it on a flight, thinking it would just be background noise while I caught up on work. I didn’t type a single word! Hooked. What resonated with me, too, was the explanation of faith, particularly the tension between fear and doubt. Those two love to show up together, don’t they? But I’m always encouraged by the idea that faith is the antidote—the spiritual version of chamomile tea and a pep talk. When life backs me into a corner, I’m grateful that faith is the only thing I need in my corner, showing my alliance or allegiance to the goodness of God rather than succumbing to the lie of destruction.
May we all someday be prayed for by strangers, carried by rocks, watched over by saints we don’t believe in, and led by daughters who know exactly what to say💙I’m rooting for every one of your miracles.
I'm at work reading your post; I just let out a ridiculously loud sigh as I read through and then burst into tears. Although I am quite the crier, I never cry at work so I was super glad no one was around my area as I went through a gambit of emotions. You are on my mind and in my thoughts on the daily. Yep, I've prayed for the most positive of outcomes, and will continue to do so. If I happen to catch the clock at 11:11, 1:11, etc. you bet I'm there with my wish that all will be well for you. Thank you for sharing. Sending bountiful amounts of love and hope always. xo
I ended up loving Conclave—much to my surprise. I started watching it on a flight, thinking it would just be background noise while I caught up on work. I didn’t type a single word! Hooked. What resonated with me, too, was the explanation of faith, particularly the tension between fear and doubt. Those two love to show up together, don’t they? But I’m always encouraged by the idea that faith is the antidote—the spiritual version of chamomile tea and a pep talk. When life backs me into a corner, I’m grateful that faith is the only thing I need in my corner, showing my alliance or allegiance to the goodness of God rather than succumbing to the lie of destruction.
I hear you, Kirsten. Sending heartfelt wishes, prayers and hugs.
May we all someday be prayed for by strangers, carried by rocks, watched over by saints we don’t believe in, and led by daughters who know exactly what to say💙I’m rooting for every one of your miracles.
I'm at work reading your post; I just let out a ridiculously loud sigh as I read through and then burst into tears. Although I am quite the crier, I never cry at work so I was super glad no one was around my area as I went through a gambit of emotions. You are on my mind and in my thoughts on the daily. Yep, I've prayed for the most positive of outcomes, and will continue to do so. If I happen to catch the clock at 11:11, 1:11, etc. you bet I'm there with my wish that all will be well for you. Thank you for sharing. Sending bountiful amounts of love and hope always. xo
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Even though I'm a non creedance person this is beautifully written. Living with doubt is the way it is.
I travel with rebellious hope
That sounds really good!
About the best it could be
Throwing in my prayers from down south... and leaning into all the mystery. I am on your team for the long game! xoxo