Faith Is Easy
I have this friend named Kelly and she’s hilarious. I wish I had half the humor and wit that she does. I’ve known Kelly for more than twenty years, but have really only known her for about four. We went to high school together, we were both cheerleaders—but she was two years older than me (and frankly she scared me a little). It wasn’t until 2014, when we both launched businesses with the same network marketing company, that we reconnected and I realized how totally awesome she is.
We were both working moms with one-year-olds and were both desperately trying to get out of the rat race to spend more time with our babies. Although we lived several hours apart, we chatted online often and got to know one another better.
One thing I knew about my friend is that she struggled with her faith. She lost her father unexpectedly in a tragic accident when she was in her early twenties, and it rocked her belief to the core. That accident made her doubt God’s goodness, and like all of us who experience loss and traumatic events in our lives, she couldn’t grasp why God let that happen to her family. She was done with Him.
No judgement from me there. At that time, I had never experienced what she had.
Faith wasn’t a subject we talked about much, but something hovering in the background from time to time. Not quite an elephant in the room—more of a mouse in the corner. Frankly, I didn’t think I knew many people who weren’t church-going Christians. At least, that was my perception. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
What I didn’t realize at the time is that Kelly and I were more similar in our faith than I thought. Instead of a faith in Jesus Christ, though, we were both worshipping the god of control. We were the do-it-all-ourselves, don’t-need-help-from-anybody kind of women and moms. We had careers and families and we got shit done. Anyone who whined or complained was simply in our way and needed to move over. We were working-mommy soul mates.
The thing I love most about Kelly is that she’s not afraid to speak her mind. Out loud. Very loudly. I’m more of a say-sarcastic-things-in-my-head or under my breath person and her boldness intrigued me. She’ll be the first to tell you that her favorite word is the “F” word (the one you’re more familiar with).
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