Just believe

I've never been a very religious person - but it doesn't mean I don't have faith. My mother was raised Catholic and my father is Protestant - but they decided to let their children choose a religion when we got older. While I never really got around to it, I do know I believe in God, I pray where ever I find myself on any given day and I try to do the right thing. I guess if I had to describe myself, I'd say I'm spiritual, plain and simple.

Having said that, when the opportunity presented itself to have our home blessed by a dear friend, I jumped at the chance. I've always believed that there's a lot to be said about someone who wants to give of themselves - especially on a spiritual level, if you have good and pure intentions, blessing a home is a beautiful gift and I was eager to receive such a blessing given the last few months.

Our friend has been bestowed with a gift of intuition, and positive energy and I was confident that we made the right decision. However, when she began to share what she saw and felt in our home, I had to open my mind beyond bounds I've ever had, but I was willing to hear what she had to say.

She shared that my mother was here with us, she's happy and at peace. We're told she's with relatives who've passed, there's an older, happy man who stays in our guest bedroom, the mammogram was a wake-up call, we'll get pregnant naturally and there was one spirit whom my mother watches over that has not been born yet, a little boy ... supposedly our little boy. I didn't know what to think - my skepticism grew, yet I held on to the possibility that it could be true ... something in me said I should.

Now whether anyone reading this believes it or not, it's the hope and the slightest chance that I cling to. Whether she can truly see and feel things is subjective, I'm well aware of that, but it's my faith that allows me to think it's possible.

After she left, I had time to think ... and as I recall the first negative pregnancy test, the first failed artificial insemination, the first failed in-vitro, it's the hope and the chance that it would work the second, third and fourth time that allowed us to persevere ... I have to believe anything's possible.