Mary: (Running through the house, lifting up cushions, checking the floor, all the bedrooms…) “Goddamn it to hell, where is it? Where did I leave it? I just had it yesterday, what did I do with it?” She checks all of her pockets, looks in the laundry hamper, even in the refrigerator. But it’s not there.
Voiceover: Mary has somehow misplaced her Faith. While she had a firm hold of it the day before, in a mere 24 hours she has managed to completely lose sight of it.
Mary at her kitchen sink: (Looking up to God): Alright you, now you listen to me. I’m doing everything you’ve asked. I’m doing everything right. Now I’m telling you, I want a sign. And not a subtle sign, like something in a song, or a sign in front of a church, or a text from an old friend. I want an overt sign. Something that tells me I’m on the right track. You hear me? I want a sign, and I want it today. I want it to bash me in the face with obviousness. I don’t want there to be any question in my mind that I am pleasing you. That I am living my life correctly. That I am destined for greatness. You told me I am, now it’s time for you to prove it. Send me a sign, goddamnit, and send it by the end of the day.”
Mary goes about her day, forgetting the demand she sent up to heaven. On the way to the beach she stops at the local convenience store for a bottle of water, and before pulling away, casually checks her email. She reads.
Holy shit.
She looks up and smiles.
Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
Mary has received news so big, so stupendous, that she knows there is no other explanation other than the fact that she has been holding onto Faith and Positivity for dear life. It is news she can’t quite wrap her mind around, and even when on the beach, keeps saying over and over to herself.
HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT.
Mary to Faith: I’m sorry I lost you.
Faith: You didn’t. It was a minor lapse, a mere 24 hours. It happens all the time. Don’t give it another thought.
Mary: How did you do this for me?
Faith: Easy. If you emotionalize your thoughts and mix it with Me, events in your life immediately begin to manifest themselves physically.
Mary: But THIS, this was, this was…HUGE. I mean, it’s like a miracle, how can I ever thank you?
Faith: Thank yourself. You have recognized that I am the basis of all miracles. The element that transforms thought into the physical equivalent. You’ve worked hard, you deserve to be rewarded.
Mary: Yes. I do.
Faith: Congratulations. Shall I leave you with a verse?
Mary: Please do.
If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think you dare not, you don’t
If you like to win, but you think you can’t,
It is almost certain you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a person’s will-
It’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you are outclassed, you are,
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man
But soon or later the one who wins
Is the one WHO THINKS HE CAN!
Suck on that, doubters. More to come.