If we only believe what is possible by either fact or evidence, excluding that anything is possible if we have faith, then we are limiting our potential.
What is faith?
According to a quick google search, the definition faith is the complete trust or confidence in someone or something. I would add to that definition that faith is believing in something, someone or some higher power without having any evidence, fact or logical reason to believe.
For most of us the first concept we have faith in is Santa Claus. Although, at a young age we never saw a man in a red suit, his face hidden by a beard who speaks with a convincing “Ho! Ho! Ho!” fly through the sky in a sleigh pulled by 8 (or more) tiny reindeer, come down a chimney and place gifts under a tree, we have faith that Santa does exist. That faith is often based upon what our parents, who we trusted unconditionally when we are young, tell us along with what society projects during the holiday season.
Why do we lose faith?
Life is a continuing learning experience. We are constantly growing emotionally. We take every experience, both good and bad, and use the lessons learned to help guide us in the future.
When things do not work out the way we hope, we often become disillusioned. We start to base our hopes and expectations on what we can see is possible.
When we start only believing that the only possible outcome to any situation is what we can see is possible by either fact or evidence, often based on past experiences, we have lost our faith.
When you face an obstacle, adversity, challenge or a difficult time in our life faith can be the key to maximum success.
When I survived my ischemic stroke to my spinal cord in 2002, I was robbed of my ability to run, walk or even stand. I could not feed, dress or even turn myself in my bed. It was a very dark time in my life and the future was an uncertainty.
The best thing that my doctor did for me was NEVER telling me what was my prognosis. He never told me what I could do again in my life and what I would not be able to do – and I never asked.
Not knowing what medicine said I could or could not do after my injury, I had faith that someday I would be able to walk again.
I never lost that faith nor did I ever allow anyone to rob me it and I never gave up on it. It took me more than 6 years, but I have taught myself how to walk. First, by balancing in the hallway of my one-bedroom apartment and walking up and down the hallway with my hands on the walls. When we moved to our home in Missouri, a domicile larger than our apartment, I began to swing around like Tarzan, garbing onto items for balance as I moved through my home.
Eventually I had enough confidence in myself that I purchased my first walker (after insisting on pushing a grocery cart from our car into target so I could use the stores scooter). I used the walker at home until I felt confident to use it in public.
My first walk with a walker was from our car into my church to a seat in the sanctuary.
For the past 6 years, I have used a rollator everywhere I go for short walks. For longer walks I use my scooter.
I am not walking yet, but I still have faith that someday it will happen.
If I had known the facts from my doctor and listened to them, instead of having faith, I do not believe I would be walking with the aid of mobility equipment today.