Faith: the substance of things hoped for; the evidence of things not yet seen. In Spanish, Santa Fe is not just the name of a wonderful city; its purest meaning is "holy faith." In this ever-changing often chaotic world, faith isn't always easy to summon. Real life has a way of knocking the wind from your sails. Faith enables you to get back up and try again. When your heart is breaking after walking away from a man you love, even though he's toxic to your existence; when you're so desperate with grief that an angel in the guise of your late grandmother appears at your side to calm you; when as a single mom you're forced to sell a valuable piece of jewelry for a tenth of its worth to buy food for your child; when a Harley Street doctor pronounces bad news and you're so stunned, you stumble into Liberty of London and buy a Philosophy product called "Grace," ridiculously hoping its name might help blunt the trauma or at least help you face the situation with grace. Faith is what sustains us; it's what gets us through dark days and long nights. Faith is believing that whatever life throws at us, we are strong enough to handle it. Faith sometimes has to do with spirituality more than religion, because faith is subjective. It doesn't matter if you're Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist, or anything else. Faith comes from within and steadies us through life's challenges and opportunities.
Handmade Spanish crosses, Mexican milagros and antique Italian church ornaments (pictured above) are potent symbols of faith, prayer and miracles.
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