We have all faced adversity in life. Although sometimes some dealt more than others. Not a competition that anyone wants to win. That is why we are all given a certain measure of faith. What we may lack in the cards we have to play our faith carries us through. Many times, I read Jesus said: “Your faith has made you whole”. Exercising our faith we have to quit dying to the wrong things.
Before I lose you and have it assumed I am going on some religious or spiritual rant. I know that the biblical text and church have left a bad taste in the mouths of many. Even if you are not a believer I only hope that this message may serve you. There are intangible things in this life that we cannot explain nor deny that it is a force beyond self. Learning who we are and aligning with our integrity to receive all that is for us. Knowing that even when we fall what is for us will not miss us. A message I try to remind my friends daily.
There will be births and deaths from this version to the next. To die to self-does not means that you go against your integrity. Dying to the wrong things reflects a lack of self-respect. Failure to grasp our personal dignity. This can lead to a distorted and misapplication of laying down your life for a greater good. It is not meant for us to pour from a place of lack and become emotionally spent and mentally bankrupted. There are times when you give and you feel as if you have nothing. We reach way down inside beyond ourselves and serve. It is my belief that true success is service.
Intentional personal growth occurs through our storms. Whether they are self-imposed, an attack or a lesson we could not get otherwise. Something about your faith tested shows what you are made of. The call that a loved one has died, the end of something, and massive tsunamis that we don’t see coming. There are also the whirlwinds that land us right where we need to be for the arrival of our breakthroughs.
For me, 2013 was the year that I learned that I could bend and not be forever broken. It was a series of events. Losing my job and two weeks later the death of my daughter’s father. So many misunderstandings and things that I still can’t find the words to articulate happened in that year. When I reflect it’s as if a lifetime of things happened in just that one year. This is when I learned that people are storms too. I survived all types.
Even had to admit that I was once was a storm. I was angry and masking it through a fake smile. Emotionally immature and suppressing my truth. I had a war going on inside of me trying to keep the peace. You can come in peace but mean business. Where there is war there is no peace no matter who or what causes it. The jig was up. I had to confront the toil it took on me and grow through it. Feel and name the unpleasantness.
When we are in a fight for our lives we look up and hope that it will not be the end of us. Unable to find words for the pain we cry out in many forms. When we reach the other side as a survivor. We know that something greater brought us over. So your faith makes you whole. Faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen. We may not find words to explain what’s felt. We look within and keep on believing.