There’s a reason why trauma survivors (hello, pretty much everyone) have a hard time with forgiveness.

There are a lot of warnings that should come on the label when it comes to cultivating faith.

It’s not exactly a walk in the park or the most delightful ride, but it also seems like another step in the process that only turns up when we’re ready for it. Faith is funny like that. 

Call it Good, call it God, call it what you want, but it can be available to us all if we are willing to slow down, tune in, take deep breaths, say our prayers, and pay attention.

How can we be destined for more if we always opt for less? 

Faith, as I have come to experience it, is basically an upward spiral, a self-fulfilling prophecy in a positive direction, an invisible staircase leading up.

I talk about the “walking faithless” a fair amount, and in some ways it is a nod to my love for zombie movies. Most of us with trauma feel a bit like zombies a lot of the time.

The opposite of insecurity, by the way, is not confidence. At all. It is security. It is, in other words, safety. Many faithless people, who can’t bring themselves to believe in Good, let alone God, feel totally unsafe.

We just have to.