As the year is coming to an end, I reflect on all
the good and the bad that has happen in the 365 days. To be honest, this year
has been by far the roughest and toughest year I have encountered. But even
with the unfortunate happenings, I have learned so much about myself. I have
learned my faith is what I rely on during the moments that I feel are
impossible to overcome. I have learned that no one is invincible, not even
myself. I have learned that as I get older, so do others around me. I have
learned the value of each given moment.
I have been blessed for so many years to never
have to experience a close death in my life. But like I said, as I get older,
so do others and health begins to grow weak. This past year I have had more deaths
than I can count on my fingers.
You don't realize the ugliness of cancer until
you have experienced a friend fighting through it. It's beyond confusing. One
day the doctors says they are doing great, the next day they inform you on how
much longer your friend has to live. The word cancer scares me… It is hard to
be the rock to your dear loved ones during such an evil sickness, because cancer
is unpredictable and a powerful infection. All
you can do is pray.
No one is invincible. Everyone
expects older people to pass away first... I was even one of those people who
had this idea of death. I found myself assuming that I
was guaranteed a life until I was at least 85 years old...but that is
not the case. This year I was given a tough reality check that even little kids
or people my own age are not guaranteed their lives. It’s never
fun to receive a text message that your friend’s six-year-old boy died in a
tragic accident, or your cousin’s girlfriend had a miscarriage half way through
her pregnancy. Nor is ideal to find out your friend passed away through
Facebook… Things began to get tough in the matter of a few months with bad news
after bad news.
In the midst of this huge storm I was facing I
had close ones attempt suicide, others go to the hospital, and discover
sicknesses.
I felt lost…frustrated…confused…angry… and hurt.
My world was spinning so fast to grasp what was
going on. I wanted to wave my white flag so high for God to stop this awful
storm. Why was God making me become so familiar with death? Why would He make
all this happen at once? I was becoming numb with my emotions…after one unfortunate
tragedy to the next I wasn’t feeling anything.
About the time I got over one event, another storm was brewing. I began to expect the worst of each week. I
began to become paranoid that someone was going to inform me on bad news. I
refused to express my pain to others, I didn’t want to give light of my messy
life, and I sure didn’t want people think I was weak.
Sometimes I think I am stronger than I actually
am. I find myself thinking that I can solve all these problems by myself.
Sometimes I think that if I just avoid the problem there won't be one. I find
myself believing that if I bottle it up my emotions and do not express hurt it
will show my strength. I felt like I had to be the rock for so many people
when the world was caving in on me.
In all reality, this is a joke... I am weak, and I need God to strengthen me.
God has shaken up my world in ways I never saw
coming.
I know this may sound odd, but I can honestly
say that I am grateful for God shaking up my world…I have never clinged to him
more, and I have definitely seen my faith grow stronger.
No, I am not happy to lose my family members, friends; watch loved ones go
through sickness, and to have problems that may not be solvable. But I have seen my faith get tested
this year. I have realized some things are completely out of my control. I have
realized the only way to show my strength is to lean to God.
I must become a warrior with faith as my armor to get through the toughest of battles.
I must become a warrior with faith as my armor to get through the toughest of battles.
One of my biggest of weapons was prayer.
Through
the midst of my storm I prayed and I prayed.
I prayed for strength.
I prayed for peace.
I prayed for it all to make sense to me.
Only God knows why he needs the people he takes
away from the earth.
I know we find ourselves saying, “Everything
happens for a reason.” I honestly think events do happen for a reason…maybe not
intentionally, but a lesson can be learned from everything we encounter.
Unfortunately, I learned a very hard lesson.
I have learned never to pass up a moment to say,
“I love you”, the value of a great hug, and how important is to cherish every
second we are given on this earth. I have learned there is only so much you can
handle on your own. It is okay to ask for help, and admit you are weak. {A very
hard lesson for a girl who is the queen of stubbornness}. It’s crazy how when
awful things occur and it stops our world, and it makes us put things into
perspective.
We are not guaranteed life. I find myself
expecting to have another week to live to be able to just push back things on
my to do list, and not cherish moments with others as much as I should.
Every
second given to us by God is a blessing.
Without the armor of my faith I don’t think I
would be able to get out of the fog I once felt I was stuck in.
I know things get darn right crappy in life…but
please remember that God knows what he is doing.
As for now, do not take another day for granted.
Life is unpredictable, so cherish each day like it was your last.
I challenge you to make the best of each day this
upcoming year. Do something you love, laugh until you pee your pants, and be
kind to everyone.
You never know what storm someone is facing.
{Xoxo- Natalie}