I think worry is second nature to most mothers. The greatest challenge for me, is to not let my son see too much of that worry — for fear that he will start to lack confidence in his own world.

Finding faith, is probably a journey that never ends because each day’s challenges have the potential to test it.

As far as worrying, I worry about the big things. Exactly the opposite of you. I always think the little things will work themselves out (although I do WONDER about the little things constantly) but the big things? I am petrified of them.

GREAT post!

Religious practice leaves a lot to be desired when set next to faith. Practice is practice, but it never makes one perfect.

Faith, on the other hand, leads us to one who is perfection, through whom we can see beyond the monsters under the bed and the devastating earthquakes.

I, too, grew up in with a very traditional religious education, and somehow my family gave me the freedom to come to grips with my faith and my creator. I pray I’ve been able to surround my sons with that freedom as well. Ultimately, though, it’s not up to me. They’re in hands bigger and stronger than mine, and I can trust them to him. That’s my shield.

I’d say, be honest with your sons. Let them know what you have believed and that it gives you security. Continue to search and give them the freedom to search, too. And talk to that white-haired man once in a while. What’s it going to hurt? One day, you may get an answer.

My faith is a hope in things I can’t see, but know exist or will happen. It isn’t something tangible, but a bursting in my heart towards light, truth.

Thanks for the intro to Motherese. I love her already.