I took a
chance and looked at a reality show called “I Survived”. These amazing individuals were involved in
horrific life threatening situations, often left for dead. I went through the fear and agony with them
as they told their story. They pulled from an inner strength and persevered
against all odds that as a result, they were part of nothing short of a miracle
and survived.
I recalled
the life altering events in my own life and remembered the friends that turned
their backs on me in my time of need. I
remember the enemies that laid trap after trap, waiting for me to fall in their
snares; laughing as I faltered. I have always built the bridges in my family, meeting
the needs of all but I felt as if they too, had turned a deaf ear to me in my distress. I lost loved ones that were the core of my
existence. I suffered near death
accidents and illnesses. Unlike those in
the reality show, I had no strength left.
These devastating circumstances overwhelmed me and living with tragedy
became my normal.
Despite it
all, I too survived. I survived because God
came to my rescue. I realized it was His
plan to weed out those who were walking contrary to the purpose He has for my
life. When my enemies set the traps, He
let their trap be the vessel used for my safe escape and shows His power. When I felt forsaken, I read the 27th
Psalm and was encouraged by the Word and remembered He promised to take me up
and He has filled each gap. While
walking in the valley of the shadow of death for three years, the 23rd
Psalm became my national anthem of comfort.
God has loved me provided for me and give me peace in the midst of the
worst that anyone could face in a lifetime.
Those who survive tragedies initially
experience extreme relief. You don’t
come out of these situations without scars or memories. The effects of trauma can last for a
lifetime. One beauty of my surviving by the hand of God is that I don’t suffer
from post traumatic stress syndrome.
When I remember the hard times, my hands go up to praise as the tears
flow down my cheeks. I can still smell
the smoke of the fire set in the trap of my destruction. I still taste the bitter tears from the hurt
of loneliness while feeling abandoned. During
the worst moments, I could still hear God’s voice to comfort me and most
importantly, I saw His hand at work. I
still can’t openly speak about some things yet and there are some roads I still
can’t drive on but one thing I can say is God is real. I’ve saved thousands of dollars in therapy by
talking to the few select people God has sent into my life for such a season as
this.
I know I’m
not the only survivor. It’s time we
share our stories with the world. There
is someone who can benefit from our experiences. If nothing else, it’s cathartic when you repeat
how God delivers us. Our stories move
God from the pages of the bible that sits on the bookshelves or coffee tables
in most homes and reminds the world He’s real.
How we endure hardship and recover from tragedies with God, shows those
who might not know Him that He’s not a weakling but still the God of glory,
mighty in battle; working to make all who call on Him in time of their
troubles, a survivor.
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