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Have you ever gotten to the point where you are so comfortable with life, that in a blink of an eye something has been taken away from you? That’s a definite reminder that we take life for granted ‘everyday.’ God has a reason for everything. It is not up to us to put the pieces of the puzzle together. He has the pieces placed right before our eyes.
In life, there are some things we want to see and some we don’t.
For example: we want to see ourselves succeed and grow in our career, we want to see where our parenting will take us and how it’ll model our children, we want to vision our marriage at 25 to 50 years, we have seen our children born and grow from infants to toddlers, to adolescents, to tweens, to teens and finally adulthood, etc.
Then there are the lesser things we wished we had never seen. For example: raising a child as a single mother, adultery, divorce, death of a loved one, natural disaster, miscarriage, bankruptcy, failing, illness (cancer, disease, etc.), etc.
But those things we have seen, whether good or bad does not mark us as a person. But rather lessons learned in life. It is those experiences that strengthens us. Those experiences that forces us to help others so we can recover and heal.
You can either let it make you or break you. The choice is yours. But I choose to always press forward; to outweigh the negatives with every positives. My loss is no greater than anyone else’s. My faith has strengthened so much since the death of my mother and brother. So to that, Satan will have no power over me! And knowing by the grace of God that He will get me through anything that my eyes will see.
Maya Angelou once quoted: ‘We are only as blind as we want to be.’ How true! Just don’t be so blind that you forget how to live… with hope, grace and mercy from our heavenly father!
“There are things we don’t want to happen, but have to accept. Things we don’t want to know, but have to learn. And people we can’t live without, but have to let go.” ~Anonymous
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