Becoming the Chosen Rose not only sets you a tad
bit higher in respect (great feeling, right?), but it also might make you feel
you are alone, which I must tell you, YOU ARE NOT!
I thought
the need to write a little about picking up yourself from the dust,
disappointment, failure, whatever you want to call it. I felt it would be
encouraging for those going through hard times. It was a story I heard, nicely
crafted for reading sake.
"It
all went wrong. All of a sudden, the glory I thought was
mine disappeared into thin air. I couldn't explain where it had all
gone, or who took it away. For once in my life, I was trying to be a mature
child to prove to my parents that I didn't need them staring into my private
affairs, that I had it all under control. But I was wrong. I needed them. I
needed her most... my mum. But she wasn't there. She was far away lost in her
world. It was difficult for her to locate herself, let alone find me. I
wondered through it all on my dried-crusty knees praying hard like it was the
only thing I was capable of, hoping that God was somewhere watching and
listening. I was hoping He had it all figured out, because I didn't. I needed a
lot of help. And then the results came in. My hopes were dashed, I would shed
tears at night, and ask myself, 'where is my God?' Whenever that question came
to mind, a voice inside would say to me 'it is not the end yet'. Attempting to
console myself, I would wipe away my tears, open up my planner and ask myself,
'what next?' Lots of people said 'talk to someone, it relieves you of the
pain', but in my situation, no one seemed to understand. Even when they
attempted to listen, it was more like self-pity. I began praying for an angel.
Someone who amidst the terrible storms would make me feel better
about the A's that I managed to pull off. The worst happened, he heard! He had
to hear. My dad is the person you want to be hiding behind the curtain when a
bad news is about to break out to him. He sat me on the chair in our kitchen
and said to me, 'why didn't you call me?' I tried to fight back those tears,
but they were gushing out as if someone was cutting onions right next
to me. I really should have called him, but of what use will it be? He was a
positive parent, one that never believed in the impossibility. He was strong
and very full of wisdom. On the other hand, I wanted to be the big girl I
thought I was and work things out all by myself, hoping that one day, I would
wake up from the dream. I replied his question, 'i don't know'. If we were
going to figure things out, 'togetherness' would/should be the lead word. It
wasn't the time to throw blames around. Even if anyone wanted to, I had little
or no interest to take such in.
Then my
angel came.
She was a
lady I hadn't thought too much about. A little older than me. We cried
together, stayed up late encouraging one and another through it all, school
inclusive. She would say to me every time 'it's all going to be beautiful in
HIS time'. I would hang unto that statement like it was my last breadth --
until May 16 when it was final, I got a better deal, a better dream, a better
background preparation, an amazing upliftment, a new fresh location, a breath of
fresh air. In a flash, all the tears vanished. The only ones still left are
those reminding my Lord to perfect the rest of my days as He perfected this and
put a grin on my face."
I leave
you with three words: GOD IS ABLE.
Whether you are in the downhill or valley or even feel like you are
getting there, He has you in mind and has a better plan. Just from reading this
write-up, I am stronger, encouraged and more confident.
Becoming the Chosen Rose not only sets you a tad
bit higher in respect (great feeling, right?), but it also might make you feel
you are alone, which I must tell you, YOU ARE NOT!
I thought
the need to write a little about picking up yourself from the dust,
disappointment, failure, whatever you want to call it. I felt it would be
encouraging for those going through hard times. It was a story I heard, nicely
crafted for reading sake.
"It
all went wrong. All of a sudden, the glory I thought was
mine disappeared into thin air. I couldn't explain where it had all
gone, or who took it away. For once in my life, I was trying to be a mature
child to prove to my parents that I didn't need them staring into my private
affairs, that I had it all under control. But I was wrong. I needed them. I
needed her most... my mum. But she wasn't there. She was far away lost in her
world. It was difficult for her to locate herself, let alone find me. I
wondered through it all on my dried-crusty knees praying hard like it was the
only thing I was capable of, hoping that God was somewhere watching and
listening. I was hoping He had it all figured out, because I didn't. I needed a
lot of help. And then the results came in. My hopes were dashed, I would shed
tears at night, and ask myself, 'where is my God?' Whenever that question came
to mind, a voice inside would say to me 'it is not the end yet'. Attempting to
console myself, I would wipe away my tears, open up my planner and ask myself,
'what next?' Lots of people said 'talk to someone, it relieves you of the
pain', but in my situation, no one seemed to understand. Even when they
attempted to listen, it was more like self-pity. I began praying for an angel.
Someone who amidst the terrible storms would make me feel better
about the A's that I managed to pull off. The worst happened, he heard! He had
to hear. My dad is the person you want to be hiding behind the curtain when a
bad news is about to break out to him. He sat me on the chair in our kitchen
and said to me, 'why didn't you call me?' I tried to fight back those tears,
but they were gushing out as if someone was cutting onions right next
to me. I really should have called him, but of what use will it be? He was a
positive parent, one that never believed in the impossibility. He was strong
and very full of wisdom. On the other hand, I wanted to be the big girl I
thought I was and work things out all by myself, hoping that one day, I would
wake up from the dream. I replied his question, 'i don't know'. If we were
going to figure things out, 'togetherness' would/should be the lead word. It
wasn't the time to throw blames around. Even if anyone wanted to, I had little
or no interest to take such in.
Then my
angel came.
She was a
lady I hadn't thought too much about. A little older than me. We cried
together, stayed up late encouraging one and another through it all, school
inclusive. She would say to me every time 'it's all going to be beautiful in
HIS time'. I would hang unto that statement like it was my last breadth --
until May 16 when it was final, I got a better deal, a better dream, a better
background preparation, an amazing upliftment, a new fresh location, a breath of
fresh air. In a flash, all the tears vanished. The only ones still left are
those reminding my Lord to perfect the rest of my days as He perfected this and
put a grin on my face."
I leave
you with three words: GOD IS ABLE.
Whether you are in the downhill or valley or even feel like you are
getting there, He has you in mind and has a better plan. Just from reading this
write-up, I am stronger, encouraged and more confident.