God works through experiences.
I had no experience in administering CPR. But this week, I became experienced. My daughter lives because of my ability to follow instructions and God’s hand calming me down.
I wish I had no distinguished resume of these life experiences. Yet, I do. Lately, the lessons are significant and profound. I’d rather not admit the depth of my expertise in mental illness, but here I am-bipolar me. I wish I knew nothing of overcoming childhood abuse, but I do. I’d give anything to have no contribution to the topic of parenting addicts. However, that is covered. Marriage failure and revival-check. Midlife changes, I’m there. Midlife career evolution, let’s do it.
If our life experiences shape who we are and make us stronger, I must be comparable to Goliath or Hulk Hogan. Hand me the cape, and I’ll fly away to be a hero.
No, I am not a hero. My experiences are cringe-worthy. Navigating God’s purpose in the aftermath isn’t always easy. Who am I, and why me?
My Life Belongs to the Lord
Each new experience reminds me that He made me for this very moment. When I find myself in the center of tragedy or victories, I remember I am never alone. As God’s glory shines through, He illuminates my heart and draws me into acceptance and courage while removing my doubt and fear.
It is important to appreciate the diverse circumstances God walks me through. They keep me close and open the door to deeper conversations with Him.