Destined to Live, But Dying Daily is something that is true for each of us.
We all hit the record button during the best and worst times in our lives. These memories are etched into our brains, recorded to never be forgotten. These photos and films in our minds; some are bliss, some are traumatic, but they all want to be remembered and read aloud at some inopportune time during our lives.
Your heart is beating for a reason, for a purpose in this life. You have a destiny; and God calls us to take up our cross daily and follow Him. We must put ourselves aside, and do the thing that is not our normal response to have faith for a better future.
We have all escaped death on occasion whether we faced it head on or just barely missed a tragedy or accident that would have taken our life. It is sobering; a wakeup call. However, there is another side to dying daily; some of us are stuck in grief, loss, addictions, at war with suicidal thoughts; we physically feel as though we are dying daily in our pain.
If you keep silencing the memories, they will circle around fighting more loudly to be heard. The thing is, you never know when or even how intensely they will surface the next time.
That is why I wrote my story; Destined to Live.
In this journey of my life, I am born into poverty, financial and emotional deprivation. This book is for the abused child, the bullied middle schooler, the pregnant teenager, the young adult striving for love, those covering pain with drugs, sex, and alcohol, the angry son who ran away, the daughter raped at prom, the homeless youth, the cheating wife, the abandoned mother, addicted husband, the crumbling executive, and the bitter grandma estranged from her children and grandchildren.
Destined to Live is not for the faint of heart, but for the broken that have walked the valley and have blood stained clothes, who have survived the brutal hailstorms in life. For you, who have persevered because you know you were made for something more. You’re longing to see what is missing. You have searched the world to no avail. The soul knows this day would arrive. The heart and head have lived separate for so long; and although the spirit is at peace with God, the soul can be unwell. It is not bad, it is good; bringing freedom and healing by uniting your heart and mind for alignment, ending the battle within; exchanging your broken past for whole purpose in your future.
You who chose to be better rather than bitter or even long to be.
I unpack the sealed files, stored inside the file cabinet in the back of the locked vault inside my mind together with you, as your faithful navigator. See, we were made for relationship; we were made to share life’s joy and pain. We all need a friend to sit with us while we open the mail.
I have become whole again. You can be whole again too.
This is my story, well, it is His story, because it is truly a miracle, I am here to tell it. God saved me on numerous occasions, even from myself! Is there risk in sharing? YES! But this is me.
I believe all things that have happened to me are my resume, I am qualified because of my suffering; because without suffering, there is NO GLORY. Without battle, there is no victory.
My identity is not a victim, but a victor!
I am not second class or damaged goods; however, I am free, an overcomer, a front runner, a strong leader, and one who understands the heartache; and knows the way out. I am your navigator on the path to step down from the ledge and the step up onto the platform. For a time, such as this, becoming a mouthpiece of conquest and triumph, I am holding nothing back to be the best we can be! It is time.
Psalms 118:17 I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the Lord has done.
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