How do you want to be remembered?
What do you want your life to mean?
A couple days ago I found out a childhood friend passed by a drug overdose.
Immediately I thought about what I could’ve done to have been there for her. I remember her sad. I remember her scared. I remember her hurting. I remember her relying on things that did no good. I remember her wanting to cope. Wanting to find an escape. Wanting to stop the pain. I remember her wanting to change. Wanting to be better. Wanting to move forward in her life.
My association history comes with drugs, debt, divorce, and degrees they don’t use.
I use to look in the mirror and wonder why I’m still alive.
I use to think if I died, this small life of mine wouldn’t have mattered.
Over years of overcoming anxiety, depression, a low self image and selfishness, I started to realize God wanted to use my story to impact others.
See broken people have the ability to recognize other broken people.
But broken isn’t a bad thing. The Chinese mend their pottery with gold. And breaking of bread is to fill our hungry spirits and share in our experience.
I believe each of us were beat down some time in our lives be able to prove that we can get back up. To have a story. A testimony. A chance.
An opportunity to overcome and be the hope for someone else.
Instead of looking at your problems with “why is this happening TO me” ask yourself “why is this happening FOR me?” Learn from it, grow from it, use it.
FQP 2019 Regional - 2 days ago