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Whatever is Pure - August 2005 Trying to Find A Way Through A Dead End? Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sat on my stripped bed in my tiny room. Luggage sat ready to taken to the train station. Goodbyes had been made the night before, there was nothing left to do but to leave and in the process, leave my dreams, my hopes and what I had thought would be my permanent home for many years. I had clung in desperation to a dream that the vision I had felt the Lord plant in my heart years before, that to be used by Him in full time service, using the creative heart he had instilled within me. I believed that I had a calling on my life and it had been confirmed through others and through time spent with the Lord. Why did everything fall apart? What happened? Looking back now across the years at that broken girl, I now know the answer that that girl was not ready to receive. I was determined to make my dream come true and that was my downfall. I had my heart set on reaching the goal, rather than reaching the heart of Jesus. I put service to Christ above relationship with Christ. Along the way, I deliberately disobeyed Him by returning somewhere that he did not wish me to be. I was not yet ready to truly understand this point and wasn't ready until years later. God, in his graciousness, waited. And waited, then waited some more. It took his child a long time to understand that to obey is better than sacrifice. Years passed and finally, I had hit rock bottom. I was stuck in an office in an industrial park of a large urban center, the rents being cheaper for our ministry. I was alone, doing routine accounting, answering occasional phone calls, selling books to keep the office running. All the dreams and idealist hopes I had thirteen years earlier were unfulfilled. I gave in. I couldn't reach the goal no matter how many times I hit that brick wall of the dead end in which I found myself. I gave God the keys to my heart and stepped back. God finally could move. Now, 10 years later, all the dreams I had as a young, wide-eyed Christian have come to pass. I'm reaching more people through the Internet than I ever could before. I am expressing His gift of creativity through my writing, through graphics and web design. I am loved, cherished, respected and 'needed' in my local body. I make a difference. I learned that a dead end is only the end if you fail to take the turn. I wasted much needless energy trying to find a way across a dead end street than I would have if I had stopped and asked for directions to get to where he was leading me in the first place. © 2005 Katherine Walden Please contact for permission to reprint or use in any format.
Motivation In the last several years, I've been blessed with meeting a speech language pathologist, and getting to work with her on different projects she has to do. I don't like to brag, but I really think she saw something in me that she hasn't seen in many other disabled people. Since we started working together I've seen a lot of people with all different kinds of problems. However, I've unfortunately seen an all too common dilemma among the disabled. As I see it, the problem is being un motivate d. There are so many people with disabilities today that have just given up. People think because they're disabled they can just be lazy, sit at home, and do whatever they want!
© Sarah Ellen Coiner
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