God granted me the gift of empathy. Although somedays it feels more like a curse. I feel the pain of people I hardly know, or I’ve never even met. My story, my life, created in me a heart that cares truly, deeply, and wholly with those who are suffering.
The pain I felt, and still work daily to conquer runs deep, but somehow I’m still able to feel for others more than I feel for myself. I‘d give someone the shirt off my back, even if it’s the only shirt I had left. It’s just who I am. I’ve seen suffering, and if I can save someone else from feeling pain, you best believe I’ll do what I can for them.
There are more times than not that I don’t feel qualified to do this blog. I don’t feel qualified to share my journey and how great God is even in the hard times. I don’t feel like I have the right tools, the right know how, like I’m not special or important enough.
But! Do you know what that is? That’s Satan trying to deafen me with lies to keep me feeling down, sad, unloved, unable to conquer this world. My God is so much bigger than that. My story may not be the worst someone has ever heard, but that’s not the point. The point is to be a testimony that no matter what you’ve been through, whatever obstacles you’ve faced, how far you are on your journey, how many times you’ve fallen down, it is never too late to get back up and start again.
My faith is what gets me to bedtime somedays, and that is okay. What isn’t okay, is giving up. Throwing in the towel, calling it quits, and letting Satan win. Never let yourself succumb to the pain, and stay in the depths of hurt, where you‘re not meant to stay.
The right people will find my blog, and it will, hopefully, inspire them and motivate them to get any help they may need to rise again, to stare badness in the face and say no more, to gather the strength they need to tie that knot in the end of their rope and keep climbing! Beauty can and will rise from the ashes.