I always think incipent miracles surround us, waiting only to see if our faith is strong enough. We won't have to understand it; it will just work, like a beating heart, like love. Really, no matter how frightened and discouraged I may become about the future, I look forward to it. In spite of everything I see all around me every day, I have a shaky assurance that everything will turn out fine. I don't think I'm the only one. Why else would the phrase "everything's all right" ease a deep and troubled place in so many of us? We just don't know, we never know so much, yet we have such faith. We hold our hands over our hurts and lean forward, full of yearning and forgiveness. It is how we keep on, this kind of hope. [Elizabeth Berg, Talk Before Sleep]
A few years back I discovered Elizabeth Berg. Her writing, in my opinion, is exquisite. Her characters are real and flawed and hopefully willing to live Life on its own terms.
So much of her writing has made me pause and reconsider things I thought facts.
I don’t know all that much about Faith, but I have faith.
I BElieve that things make their own sort of sense even if only in retrospect.
I love you, Currie