To anyone who is dealing with something, I say hold fast
It was my sophomore year of high school. I made a choice at the beginning of the year that in my heart I felt was right, and had no idea the consequences through doing what was right would play out in my life.
I was in math class, and two of the girls were cheating on a test out loud. After class I reported it to the teacher. Well after time passed, they found out who had reported them and decided that they would send grief my way for the rest of the year. And made it their personal goal to make my life as miserable as possible. Everything from trying to set it up as if I was the liar to justify their own means.
Mr. Walker, my English professor, he was one of my best friends in high school. He was my mentor. He told me, “You know what, the teachers believe you. They know that you’re not that kind of person. They know that in the end that people will see the truth, and all will be explained.” And that gave me hope that it wouldn’t always be like this. That I wouldn’t go home crying. Luckily at the end of that sophomore year, I did get an apology letter fully written out by one of the girls, and she wanted to start befriending me again. To anyone who is dealing with something, I say hold fast. It is exactly as they say, His joy will come in the morning.
The time in my life that was most devastating, where I felt like all hope was lost, was the day that I woke up and my husband decided that “I don’t want to be here anymore.” That was the hardest thing in the world for me, because I never knew that he was unhappy with us. I thought we were a perfect family. Everybody thought we were a perfect family.
About a year down the road God sent me an angel. An angel that I didn’t realize at the time was the angel until she helped me through so many different things, that I knew he had his hand in bringing me to the point where she showed me my worthiness, what I had inside, what I had to offer other people that I didn’t realize I had.
Then I got divorce papers, they were filed, they were served. And then I was like, okay God you’re done with us. About three weeks later I get this email from my husband saying, “You have been the only thing that made sense it my life. And I have destroyed it, and I don’t know if you can ever forgive me, but I would like a second chance to prove to you, that I am the man that you never gave up on.” I know going over to meet with him the next day that God was telling me that it’s going to be okay. I’ve carried you all this time to show you the path you’re fixing to be on with him once again. We’ve been back together for three years now, and it’s better than it was before. So I would tell someone, just be still and listen to what He is trying to tell you.
