I have to believe. . .

Every day I interact with young people who are struggling to get through another obstacle life has thrown in their path. These are young men and women, some still boys and girls, whom I’ve come to call my children because they are; spiritually, emotionally and universally. I read their brilliant prose on FB where they brazenly lay out the raw, brutal reality of lost childhoods, broken promises, painful mistakes they’ve made that are cut into the story that is their life, unable to be shaken by a joint or a rum and coke or a college degree. And every day, with every story, every cry for help, I am helpless. Maybe not completely, but sometimes when my heart is breaking a little too much too often, helpless is how it feels. I help where I can with support, guidance and love, and resources where I have them. But I know the truth is that ALL of the work is theirs. It’s that way for all of us, but somehow witnessing young people experience the journey of life in such profound ways feels more difficult than anything I have personally ever had to endure. Recognizing that they have to find their own strength, their own courage, their own fight (yet again) to pick themselves up and walk out of the darkness of their surroundings and experiences, I am pained by the acknowledgement that I cannot go get them and carry them out. If I do that, I get in the way of whatever lesson it is they are trying to put behind them. Whatever healing is meant to happen. And so I sit, with all of my friends and fellow ‘parents’ who are able to see the Light in all of our children. We sit together, at the opening of that proverbial cave, with candles. Encouraging, guiding, willing them to get up and keep moving. If they could only see us. If they only knew how enormously valuable they are to us. I have to believe they can do it. I have to believe they will. My heart needs to believe it.

2 thoughts on “I have to believe. . .

  1. anne

    If our new Jesuit Pope Francis admits women to the priesthood, and allows them to marry, I’d come get you and deliver you to Rome! You have a calling. “To see God in all people” is the Jesuit mantra, and you do. If we all lived those words daily, our world would be a better place. Those individuals may not see you outside the cave with candles, but the selfless act of being the light because you care is an amazing gift, a lesson for all of us. Love the way you expressed this! Continue what you do!! :))

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  2. Marie-Michelle

    you are that gift and that Light that helps them get their shine back. Your Spirit and Faith light “the” way. I joined the Lightworkers many years ago and stand with you at the cave.

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