As I already mentioned, I've never been a super religious person.
Spiritual, yes but not a die hard. Growing up, ours was the
family that went to mass every Sunday not like those Easter &
Christmas Catholics (you know who you are). But as an adult, I had grown
to be a little more lazy as far as my faith was concerned. I did
have both of my children baptized but beyond that, life just always seemed way too
busy to make it to church on Sundays. I know how awful that sounds,
but it was true. So here I was suddenly in this life altering situation and I felt lost. Then one day, my dad gave his words of wisdom:
Never underestimate
the power of prayer.
What did I have to lose at this point? I mean, a little divine intervention couldn't hurt, right? If there was ever a time I needed the Lord, that time was
now. At first I prayed that my marriage would be saved. I prayed that my
husband would find his way back to me. I prayed that I would wake up the next day only to find that this whole situation was in fact just a nightmare and everything was back to normal. Obviously, that didn't happen. As
time went on, I started to change my focus. I began to pray for strength. I began to pray for the ability to accept
what was happening. I began to pray that I could continue be my best self for my kids because that is what they deserved. And I prayed that my children would still grow up to be well adjusted people who knew how much they were loved despite the fact that their parents were not together. I may not have prayed every day (and I still never made it to church - sorry dad) but I know that when I did say a prayer, it felt good. And that was good enough for me.
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