Expect the Unexpected

Life is so funny....right when you think you've got it all figured out...BAM!!! You get slapped with an unexpected storm that tosses you into a bleak oblivion. You are vulnerable, you feel lost, afraid and all you want to do is eat ice cream and sleep. I've even tried the 'don't think about it and it will go away' game but of course, when the ice cream is gone and sleep can't be found anymore, the storm is still there.

Awhile ago, I learned to stop thinking that I had it all figured out. I realized that before the storm,  I had seen warning signs of impending danger and was too busy to stop and recognize the warning signs for what they were. The writing was on the wall, whether I wanted to read it or not. But I am a firm believer in the fact that it doesn't matter what the storm is, It's how you react to it that counts. I know that I have spent a lot of time processing through feelings and emotions and attempting to place blame hoping that somehow if I could do that properly, I would feel better. But I didn't. The only way that I could make it through any storm was deciding that I was still breathing so it WASN'T OVER. God didn't make that breath my last so it was up to me to pick the ball up and head for the goal line again. I was tackled by life, I even fumbled and turned over the ball when I had a clear view of the touch-down zone...I(f you know me, you know that I am not a fan of sports at all so I have no idea where that just came from!!!). But my point is this, I chose to begin again. I am a firm believer in God and I know that as long as I allow Him to be in control of my life, no storm is too big. There is NOTHING that can harm me. God chose my beginning and only He knows my ending. He allows me to decide what I do with what's in between. I pray that my choices are pleasing to Him.