“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Although I have heard and read this scripture numerous times, it still excites me. How awesome is it to know that ultimately God not only has a plan for your life, but it involves HOPE? I am a living testimony to this scripture and a lifelong committed believer. Throughout my life, I have had many experiences – good and bad. There were times when I questioned what and why; but I always had a sense that I would be alright. Ultimately, I instinctively knew there was something great in store for my life. So, I continued to persevere and get my education, maintain compassion for others, and kept my faith by staying close to other believers. When I ran low on energy, my support system was always there for me. When I had the opportunity to speak positively into someone’s life (no matter the condition my life was in at the time), I considered it a blessing! Many years ago I heard pastor and motivational speaker Dr. Robert H. Schuller state, “Tough times never last, but tough people do.” This statement became my mantra. Whenever I experienced any unpleasant times, I would think about how I needed to become ‘tougher’. I can think of many instances where I applied that technique to cope with circumstances. Once I survived the situation, I would look back and think, “…wow, I am pretty resilient.” I realized that with each life occurrence, I made choices:
- I could reflect on what had occurred
- note what I could have done differently
- come up with a plan to change the situation for the future
- and move forward.
This is how I became resilient. I simply re-wrote the script. In 1984, I had my first miscarriage. I was 5 months pregnant. After two days of labor I prematurely delivered a very tiny little girl. I held her and she stopped breathing in my hands. Everyone around me who meant well stated, “Oh, it happens. You will be fine. You will have children eventually.” I believed them….until 1986 when the exact same thing happened again. This time, I lasted a week longer and it was a boy. It happened again and again and again – another boy and then a girl, and then I did not want to know anything at all about the last one. People no longer knew what to say. I was at a loss for words myself. The last two times were both in 1997. In the same year, this beautiful baby boy was born to another mother who was not in a place to parent at the time. In May of 1998, I became his mother. A tremendous blessing! He helped me to re-write that chapter in my story. This is when I began to journal about “Pain, Passion, and Purpose”. My son is proof of this.
What significant experience in your life can you relate to in this manner? I invite you to comment and share your testimony so others may receive revelation and healing from it.