I woke up Sunday morning feeling my life had completely spiraled out of control. The job I moved here for is not working out as expected, I’m struggling to find balance to sit down and study for the Bar, and my son misses his father so much that I feel guilty for moving here before everything was perfect. Then I watched the Inevitable Defeat of Mister and Pete and I cried.
I cried because I am trying to give my son more than what I had, keep him safe, and ensure he has the opportunities that he deserves. I cried because I have been in a position where I had to fend for myself and figure life out without my parents. I cried because although that is my story, I had amazing support from so many people who remain in my life to this day.
In life we go through periods of time where our faith is tested. We endure hardships to see how much we can live what we talk. Being a child of God is not just a title, but an example to the world. We have to show that we are conquerers, victorious, and over comers. We can’t speak these words, and fall apart in moments of adversity.
So I prayed and God said, “Trust me.” I can trust Him and learn or run from this uncertainty and end up right back here in a few months. I am standing on everything that I believe and speak over other people’s life. My life is greater than this one moment. My faith will carry me through this time and I will have a story to tell.
This is a faith walk. No one said it would be easy. Be you. Do you. Tell your own story. On your own terms.