I made the greatest and most important decision of my life on July 8th, 2002. It was late on a balmy summer night at a youth camp in Tennesse when I decided that I would abandon all this world had to offer and follow Jesus Christ. Every year when July 8th rolls around, I can't help but be excited and celebrate it like a birthday. July 8th is a day that I'll always remember.
Unfortunately, July 8th also has a very close proximity to July 14th. Though it was a different year, July 14th marks the day when something incredibly painful and traumatic happened yet it was the beginning of a life-defining moment and story for me. I'm not sure if I would have remembered what day it happened on if it weren't for the fact that it was so close to July 8th, but maybe I would have. Hard to say.
One of the reasons I started this blog was to be more open about what is inside of me. Usually, I’m about as locked down as a penitentiary when it comes to feelings. I'll be completely honest in saying that I was not/am not eager to write this particular blog entry. Sometimes that's how I know God is speaking to me: he usually asks me to do hard stuff that I don't want to do even though I know there will be a great benefit in doing it. I hope that what I say benefits someone today. I think there will be some benefit for me too just by even saying it.
It would not be beneficial for me however to share too many details. Those of you who have known me for a few years will know to which event I am referring, but the rest of you should be able to suffice on the information I do give.
It happened exactly ten years ago--July 14th, 2006. I found myself in a situation where I felt absolutely betrayed and tossed away like garbage by someone I loved and cared for more than my own self. When I think back to the person I was at that time, my life was pretty much centered around him. You might say that my sun rose and set with him. It wouldn't be far off. If he said jump, I was already in the air before the word left his lips. There was so much time, energy, money, you name it, invested, and I assumed there would be more--I was led to believe so anyway. July 14th is when it all came crashing down.
I found out in the worst way possible--social media. A first of many insults to be sure. I can sum up the entire aftermath in a few short sentences. I was no longer worth any respect, effort, or sincerity to this person anymore. He had what he wanted somewhere else, and I was no longer needed. If I wanted to tag along like a pathetic little puppy dog and continue to lick his heels then that'd be okay, but for the most part, I wasn't a priority anymore.
And here is where the second greatest decision of my life came. How was I going to respond to the situation before me?
One word comes to mind when I think of this entire situation--dignity. Was I going to accept sub-human treatment and tear myself apart trying to please someone else, or was I going to insist that I be treated like a person? As difficult as it was, and as much as I loved, I had to walk away. I walked away from the very thing around which I had built my life. I had to cut something out of myself that had occupied a very large place in my heart.
There were more choices. Was I going to try and depend on someone or something else or was I going to become a whole and independent person? Was I going to get out there and see the world, fulfill the very dreams placed in my heart by God, or was I going to stay behind and not attempt anything for myself? Was I going to heal and forgive or was I going to become angry and bitter?
Living out the choices I made were painful. Doing the right thing is rarely easy. There were many days and nights of bitter tears, angry prayers and words, and loneliness as the transformation by fire took place. I am thankful to God for his compassionate love when my heart was less than thankful, to friends who surrounded me with affection, prayers, and just a lot of silly fun to take my mind off things, and to wonderful college professors who never stopped believing in me. (That one's for you L.F. and D.A., if you reading.)
If I could go back in time and speak to the 20-year old me, I'd tell her that she did marvelously well. Through it all, she came out with her dignity and honor whole. She did everything she could to honor God and do the right thing, even when it was unbearably painful. I'd tell her that I am so proud of where she came from, and that I'm proud of where she is going. I'd tell her that she is going to go on to many adventures and meet a lot of wonderful people. I'd tell her that even though it doesn't feel like it, it's going to be okay.
I felt like I should open up and share some of this. I don't know which parts--if any--will be meaningful to others, but I hope that if any words I have shared today can bring comfort to anyone, then I pray that they find them today. If anything, I feel a small sense of comfort today--realizing that what I once thought was the end of the world was really only the beginning.