Can you not say the same: Have faith, be patient

Well, we're on a bit of a problem. I don't want to disclose much of it but it might cause break our tight family. You could say it's not a "bit of a problem" but a "real problem," whatever. My father would always tell us to have faith. (We're a very religious family, btw, but I guess I'm not) He goes on to say that The Lord will not leave His faithful followers. That The Lord is just testing those who believes in Him. But no harm will truly come in their way. That The Lord is always judging everything that we do BUT will be their when we truly need him. Even though I'm not as faithful as my father, I like having this idea.

My father's most used words, when it comes to us facing a problem, are "Have faith" and "Be patient." These I am not much good at. We do not talk much, my father and I. But when my father speaks of these, it is my mother whom he is conversing with. (These sentences sounds weird)

To me though, I'd like having that idea. It sort of gives one a sense of hope to grasp with. Especially, when I'm, at times, in a brink of tantrum (I'm childish actually). He'd say, in his gentle voice, be patient, have faith, pray, everything will be alright. I like it about him. Perhaps that's the moment when parents are truly shining. When during trying times they stand firm with their resolve and speak gentle about hope. I wish I could be like my father.

I don't know, perhaps it's a bravado, or a facade just to shut me up. But it's something that's pretty much calm me down. I wish I could say the same, but a person like me with just a few faith. I don't think I could say it as well as my father does. I could but there's hollowness in it.

And there's my mother. We're not much in good terms. I would always have an argument with her, a lot of time. I don't know, it just boils my blood up, especially because my father always get's the hurting when she's mad. They aren't fight, I swear, they're just not much in good term as they were before. It saddens me to see them like that.

I was planning on writing a prayer of some sort, but I couldn't. I was trying but I really couldn't. Then one day as I was looking at papers, I saw notes. Notes of prayers, they were all written by mother. I have doubt about it, since between them two, my mother and father, she is the first one to lose hope and faith But there, in my front of my eyes, dozens and dozens of hand written prayer, and just by looks of it, I am very certain that it was my mother who wrote them. I can see the sincerity of each line but I guess, she's couldn't show her faith and hope as much as she'd want to.

I wish I could do something for them. Or something good will bless their days to come. It really saddens me to see where this family is going right now. As I said earlier, I'm not a faithful person. But then again, what's to lose if you'd just believe? (I think I butchered that last line)