Have you ever wanted something (or someone) so badly that you just knew if it didn’t happen for you, life would just not be complete? The more you thought about that one thing, the more convinced you became that this was God’s will for you. It was your dream and you knew it was meant to be.
Then it didn’t happen. Or it did, but not in the way you had fantasized? Now, you’re thinking, what was I thinking? Why did I think this one thing was going to fulfill my destiny? Make my life complete?
Was this really God’s will or something I “hoped” was His will?
Oh, let me count the times I pushed, pulled, and manipulated results that ultimately ended up disastrous when I finally got whatever it was that, at the time, was going to bring me life and joy.
I placed my identity, my worth, on the ideal that I conjured in my mind. That thing or person would complete me, not my life, but actually me as a human being.
No wonder I always fell short. No wonder after I finally got what I so desperately sought, I would feel empty, cheated, unworthy.
This happened in my career, relationships with men, possessions, even in the striving for a certain physical appearance. All of it defined me and always let me down.
And to cover that disappointment and pain, I would resort to “feel-good, short-term” solutions like overeating, overdrinking, over-you-name-it.
It wasn’t until I began the journey back to God that I finally realized that I have value as a person simply because He created me.
And that I could have whatever I wanted in this life. It would only require that I count the cost. Would I be required to go against TRUTH and my most authentic self? When I answered this and other questions I could courageously venture toward the goal, the dream.
And it was okay, no matter how it turned out because the thing itself did not identify me.
And knowing God’s will? I only know for certain that He loves me. And, if I ask for help, it comes in the form of angels with skin on—those people who guide me on the road to freedom, a peaceful spirit, love and myself. I also make time to be still, to listen to the small voice inside.
Can you relate to this? If so, please, let me know. I’d really like to hear from you.
It’s never too late to Take Back Your Life! You are so worth it!