04/12/2025
Something that stands out to me among those I speak with in their 90’s who still smile often and carry a softness about them, is that they have faith. Not always in the same way. For some it’s in God, for others it’s in something else greater, or simply a quiet knowing that they are always supported.
It seems to give them a steadiness and a sense of peace that carries them through everything.
When I reflect on this, for me faith is an unseen connection. It’s a deep trust in that quiet support that holds me. It’s something I feel deeply, and having these conversations reminds me that when we have faith, life feels lighter, richer, and far more beautiful ✨
Does anyone else feel that deep sense of being held too?