October 8th, Morning has Broken

Good morning from the quiet dirt road in the country. Due to information I received yesterday, my afternoon did not pass without concerns flowing through my mind. Late last night, I sat staring at the bed wondering, what I was going to do now. Over the course of the night I would awaken, and wonder. This morning as I listened to my son leaving for work, I remembered the many times I would have done the same only hours earlier. I didn’t want to get up, I didn’t want to face a day of questions and wondering, now what.

Then the small, quiet, voice with in whispered, remember. And I did remember.

I was bullied in school, but I got up each day and went.

I was a victim of domestic violence, but I got up each day and faced what might and I knew would, come.

I was a victim of sexual harassment at work, but I went to work anyway because I had bills to pay.

I battled cancer, the fear of the unknown, the pain from the surgery, the radiation treatments that left me exhausted and forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other. But I not only faced, I endured and I worked, every single day of treatment.

My husband lost his job and I was the only one bringing in money, but the Lord provided and I faced the time by doing what I knew to do, research and writing out application after application.

I lost my husband suddenly when he was miles from home. I faced the problems of just getting him home and then all the ripples of after effects a new widow faces. But I got up, and I faced them, and I survived. I will survive this.

Because I know that we are not given a life of fear. Hiding doesn’t make problems go away, they wait, lurking just outside the door. Challenges have to be faced, they have to be acknowledged but not given control or any power over you. It is in the facing of challenges where we learn just how strong we are. It is in facing the problems, where we gain our strength. It is in the midst of the storms, where we learn and move close to our shelter. It is in the darkness, where we find the light.

So I did get up, I made my bed and I turned to face the day. Life is a journey, we travel through, seeking the good, the enjoyable, the beauty of each moment of the day. This journey though, is not without its rough roads. There will be steep hills, detours, pot holes, and areas where the landscape isn’t so pretty. Those are the tests, those are the challenges, those are the moments where we learn to appreciate and to grow. I will face this time, with prayer and trust and I know, this too shall pass.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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