Knowing the right thing and doing the right thing is not always an automatic occurrence.
I recognize that because of our own weaknesses, fears, doubts and sometimes even our upbringing that the ‘right’ thing may not always be clear and can be quite scary at times.
Thankfully, we have a choice to live life not by our own understanding but through someone greater than us. God has equipped us with His word that guides and directs us in the way we should go.
Heavenly Father thank you for this beautiful Friday morning that You have blessed us with. Lord my prayer for every person reading this message is that we would be gifted with Your strength, wisdom, understanding and courage to do the right thing in every situation we find ourselves in. When we seek You Lord may we always find clarity and guidance. In Jesus name, amen!
Have a blessed day and a wonderful weekend. 🙂
Thank you for making this blog one of your stops in this journey called life.
There have been times in my life when I wished and even prayed for a simple answer to some of my problems that would clearly say, “Cherylene, do this or do that.”
There were also times when I didn’t feel like I would ever find the answers or my way out of some of the situations I found myself in.
I blamed everyone and everything for what was happening around me. The bank, my ex, my family, the economy, work and ultimately life. I honestly believed that the universe was just ganging up me and would not give me a break. The people around me didn’t seem to be faced with as many obstacles as I was and this made me angry and even a little resentful. It is sad to say but I was not in a good place.
Everything just seemed to be falling a part. Whenever I thought I had finally had a breakthrough something else would happen. I was stressed out, frustrated and angry and one day I just hit my peak. You know, the straw that broke the camel’s back kind of scenario. I can tell you this now but I never told anyone else. Well, now the world will know but maybe this could help someone who is where I was.
I sat in my room and just started crying and crying like never before. I’m usually someone who holds her shit together and would just keep everything inside but this time was different. This time I cried out to God because I realized that I was really angry with myself and God for ‘allowing’ me to get where I was.
I knew I could do better and be better but I just did not know how or where to start. I don’t know how long I sat there crying and just asking God why this was all happening to me and why he wouldn’t help me.
Then all of a sudden I felt a sense calm and peace fill me and my room. I then heard a voice say, “You never asked for my help. You complain and complain about your problems but you never once asked me directly for my help.”
I sat there on my bed in shock and even doubting I heard anything because there was no one else around. I was home alone just me, myself and I and yet I felt ashamed of myself. I kneeled down beside my bed and prayed and ask God to forgive me. I asked for his guidance and direction in and over every aspect of my life.
Over the next few days, months and years I learnt to stop complaining about what was not right in my life and learned to give praise and thanks for what was right. I had to trust in God’s plan for my life and demonstrate that trust through my words and actions and not stress over the stuff I did not have the details for.
My life has changed and improved more than I thought possible thanks to the favour and mercy of God in my life. The good news is, I know God is not done yet. I had to make a conscious decision to change the way I was going about life – my thinking, the words I would speak over my situations even some of the people I surrounded myself with. It was in no way easy but I see now that it was necessary. I took that step of faith towards a new beginning and a better, happier life and I have no regrets.
I wish I had done it sooner but I recognise now that everything had to happen the way it did for me to truly appreciate where I am today.
It’s never too late. If you’ve been crying out to God for help and direction and have not seen improvements in your life maybe, just maybe you’re not looking close enough to the answers or signs he has given you to get you where you need to be.
God gives us signs we just need to open ourselves up to seeing and receiving them.
You’ve made it this far. You are more blessed than you know. Just had to stop by and tell you so. Don’t give up!
Thank you for stopping by. Make today and the rest of the week a great one. 🙂
Let me tell you a story about two families – the Benjamins and the Hopefuls. The Benjamins were a very wealthy family. They had two sons Sam and Samuel both of whom attended private school. Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin spent all of their time working and had little time to spend with their children. Their sons were usually left in the care of their nanny Elsa. She was an old woman who was always very nice and kind to them.
Mr. Benjamin learnt from an early age that he had to work hard for what he wanted and he honestly believed that the sacrifice he was making would spare his sons the tough lessons he had to learn growing up.
He was proud of his accomplishments and his sons but he would never tell them. Instead, whenever Mr. Benjamin and his sons would cross paths in the hallway of their home he would always stop them and say, “Everything I’m doing, is for you” and they would always shake their heads and answer, “Yes, father. We understand“. Then they would all continue on their way to wherever they were going as they would try to stay out of each other’s way.
The truth is, Sam and Samuel didn’t understand. In fact, the more time that passed the more resentful they became. They did not understand why having money and riches didn’t make them happy.
The Hopefuls on the other hand, were simple people. They were crop farmers and owned a modest piece of agricultural land. They had twins a boy and a girl, Adam and Angelina. Mr. and Mrs. Hopeful were hard-working, kind and humble people. They were not rich in material things but found value in each other. They made the most of everything they had and always believed in teaching their children about the value of a dollar, good manners, responsibility, life skills, independence, respect, integrity, gratitude and forgiveness.
Mr. Hopeful was a very serious man but when it came to his children his heart would melt like butter. He would play with them in the field, go swimming and even take them hunting. He treated his children equally. Mrs. Hopeful would help them with their homework and would encourage them to assist with the chores around the house. At bedtime she would read to them and kiss them on their foreheads. Before she would leave the room she would always say to them, “It does not matter where you start in this race called life; all that matters is how you finish.”
Adam and Angelina were always well-behaved and well-mannered. They knew their parents loved them. Even though they did not have all of the things the other children had they never felt as though they lacked anything. They always supported and looked out for each other.
As time went by the children in both families grew up and eventually took over the respective businesses their parents had left them. Mr. Benjamin eventually died from a heart-attack. Mrs. Benjamin died from a broken heart soon after. It seems the death of her husband was too much for her. Mr. and Mrs. Hopeful unfortunately died in a car accident later that year.
Sam and Samuel could not cope with the death of their parents. They felt alone and did not feel they were equipped to run the family business. Sam, the younger of the two started doing drugs and hanging out with the wrong people while Samuel turned to drinking and gambling. Needless to say, the once respected Benjamin name within two years had crumbled to nothing. The banks seized all of their properties and they had to file for bankruptcy. Sam was eventually imprisoned for drug possession and Samuel died in a car accident. The pressures of life seemed too much.
Adam and Angelina both missed their parents terribly but knew they had each other. They stuck together and worked hard to build and grow the family business. They had done so well that they were featured in the town’s newspaper. They eventually expanded and opened ‘The Hopeful’s Vegetables and Poultry Market’. All the lessons they had learnt as children growing up had prepared them for life.
Their once modest agricultural land had expanded into two and a half acres. As they sat on the porch looking at the beautiful sunset and all the blessings they had received they could not help but remember those words their mother would recite to them before bed, “It does not matter where you start in this race called life; all that matters is how you finish.”
This was my first short story. Hope you enjoyed it. 🙂