Yes, there are times I feel like my life is falling apart. I’m not going to go into too much detail, but I have been robbed of so much by many people I trusted. The pain comes into place when I admit to myself that I am still allowing them to rob me. I would like to believe I have moved on, but a lot of my thoughts and actions about myself are the outcome of what others have done. I am that child who constantly picks at a sore and wonders why it isn’t healing.
I’m afraid of losing everything that I’ve worked for. I’ve built my career, bought a home, and established a life for myself based on the dream of being a powerful speaker. My doubts are, “Can I really do this?” In a world like ours, can I really use my disability and the adversity I have overcome to motivate someone else to live a triumphant life? Will this world that thrives on perfection ever see weakness as power? Will I ever really get a chance to shine or will the cloud of my wheelchair forever block me?
Now, some people will say, “You are a Christian and you should not have that fear.” But, the fact is, I am not perfect. I make mistakes. I have sinned just like the next person. Even though God forgives, He never said that there wouldn’t be consequences. I spent a lot of time conforming to my environment and compromising my beliefs. Who’s to say that my life falling apart would not be a result of the seeds I’ve sown? This is why I am so thankful for God’s grace, mercy, love, and kindness.






