Blessed with the power to believe

Blessed with the Power to Believe…

Gullible? Hmm…Yes. Naïve, trusting, accepting? Definitely.

oct 10 09 121

Anyone who’s known me throughout time would likely attest to the fact that I pretty much believe anything … and due to that have often been the recipient of the exclaimed “oh you are so gullible” phrase.  Yes, I usually catch the added attitude in the squinted eye that chuckles at my expense for having blond hair. Oh, well, not a big deal.

From the first time my Dad answered one of my questions with “I’ll give you the answer if you can tell me why the sky is blue.” “What do you mean Dad?” And then his reply “Tell me why the grass is green.” “What?” I’d ask. His answer: “It just is, Kathie. It’s just how it is.” It kind of became our adage through-out the years when I’d look to him for advice. His good humor, quick wit and ready smile always delivered just the right words. Sure as anything, if the answer was obvious and I hadn’t figured it out on my own, the look would be one I’d seen before.  His advice: the sooner you learn to accept what doesn‘t always make sense to you, the easier life becomes and the smoother the flow.” Of course I knew there are scientific reasons why the sky is blue and the grass is green but he instilled in me at a very young age, the power of belief.

I remember being puzzled by his response those first few times and the moment always sent my mind questioning my question, but I finally began appreciating what he meant. ‘It’s just how it is.’ So, at an impressionable age I figured ‘if it is’ then ‘it is’ and I should believe – period, and not worry about the if in any manner or context. Then there were those answers which finished with “God will help take care of events in your life if you ask. Believe in a good outcome.”  I learned to work for and believe in whatever I was striving towards. Because it is as much of a certainty as it is a doubt. That theory prepared me to decide life’s questions and always chose the half full conjecture. Why? Because someone special in my life envisaged the outcome of affirmative belief.

Dad taught me the limits of believe it when you see it and encouraged me to expand and see it because I believed. He understood how possibilities are always in existence. They just need, as he’d fondly say “a good swift kick,” implicating action was the answer to getting it done. He was quick with his retorts and could deliver a lash of the tongue if one stepped out of line or delivered below par drivel. He encouraged thinking before speaking and taught by example.

“Any and each thought” begins somewhere, flowing toward the possibility of nurturing itself into reality. As I began exploring metaphysics, I questioned myself and asked, “Why not believe in the unknown as well as known realities?”  It finally made sense.

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12 thoughts on “Blessed with the power to believe

  1. Great post, lots to dig into here! I am always willing to suspend disbelief and I think of myself as pretty open-minded, but this post reminded me that it’s always good to have faith, and allow yourself to really believe 🙂

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  2. From a young age, I was someone who believed ANYTHING was possible. So much so that in high school, I was one vote shy of winning “Most Gullible.” Also in high school, my principal pulled me aside one day to tell me that I should set my bar lower so that I’m not continually disappointed in life. Throughout the years, I’ve wavered in and out of belief but it’s now bedrock. I appreciate you sharing how you came to have such a strong sense of belief, Kathie. xo

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    • Thank you Wendy for sharing your “gullibililty” too 😀 I think being gullible while holding common sense close by and not questioning everything one encounters is a gift. It’s trust that helps one’s heart be free and not bound by skepticism. Thanks for your comment. xo

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