ReStarting Faith

Faith comes easily to me, and I've often wondered why. Why do I have this instinct to believe? I think it's just the way I was made, created to lean towards my feelings and inner compass with almost no consideration for proof, logic, or reason. That's not to say those things don't matter -- they do. And I have an analytical mind that loves stacking up pieces of evidence like wooden blocks, comparing the heights of towers side by side. Analyzing things and constructing arguments to back up my conclusions ... that kind of thing is fun for me.

But still, when it comes down to it and I'm tapped in to my true heart, I am simply willing to believe whatever things feel true, whatever ideas seem right, without compiling any evidence to prove it. (I believe Stephen Colbert calls that truthiness. It's a dangerous thing to rely too heavily on truthiness, but maybe it's okay in moderation and/or in a select few areas of life.)

There's an episode of the show New Girl where the lead character, Jess, explains why she believed in Santa Claus for so long: "I just believe things and go on believing them. If someone tells me a fat man's bringing me dolls every year, I just don't question it." I can relate, fictional ladyfriend. If a belief is working for me, if it's adding something wonderful to my life, I'm not one to be skeptical.