Today (8th May 2020) has significance for a couple of reasons. Today is the 75th anniversary of VE day when World War Two ended (1945 for those not too hot with their maths :-)). On a personal level, it is also two years since my Mothers funeral.

I mention these anniversaries because they have made me think about my faith, or maybe the lack of it! I was brought up Catholic and my Mother remained a very religious person throughout her life, attending mass every week. I believe that there is more to creation than the black and white we see every day. Where does the universe end? where is time coming from? Of course, people will say what does that have to do with proving the existence of God and that is a perfectly valid point. I believe that there is more to our existence than pure chance! Is there any other life form out in the universe? it is a vast expanse solely for life only to be found on our planet.

Someone very, very close to me is extremely unwell and has to endure hospital treatment that sometimes makes her feel terrible. Before the lockdown, I was going into the church and would pray and contemplate regularly. I sat in the same place where I was near a statue of who I presume to be Saint Therese of Lisieux. (No one has told me it is her but I think it is and I’m happy to look to her for guidance).

I miss being able to go into the church for those moments of peace and contemplation. I don’t expect any miracle cure for anyone but pray that we will be helped as a family as God (if there) sees fit. Is that strange? I should have ‘blind faith’ but I can’t honestly say that is something I have.

I was inspired to write this post because I felt I needed somehow to be in contact with my faith today and thought it the next best thing I could do in the light of not being able to visit my usual church!