Good afternoon lovely readers!
Sitting in the computer lab between classes today, I discovered something. Of course, it's nothing new, but I felt it necessary to discuss it and thus, the cause of this blog post:
"When it seems as though it's all falling apart, it all comes together!"
What do I mean by that. Well, it's simple really. Think about things that can easily sway you to believe all hope is gone. Perhaps your car is breaking down, your washer is on the fritz, your health is not good... Got your thought?
Now, think about how much you depend on it and how much despair you feel at the simple thought of not having it.
Now, take a deep breath.
There is a reason why your car is on the fritz. Maybe it was poor craftsmanship, maybe you hit a pothole... Maybe God is preventing you from leaving because you would be in a horrific accident should you have left when planned.
There is a reason why your washer is on the fritz. Maybe you just overfilled it, maybe it's old... Or maybe it has a short in the electrical outlet and had you try to use it again, it could cause a destructive and potentially fatal fire.
Health not doing so great? Maybe you have a bad eating habit, maybe dinner didn't set well on your tummy... Maybe you are supposed to be feeling unhealthy because of something more and need that trip to the doctor to catch it in time.
Regardless of what you are going through right now, know that everything has a purpose. I know my life felt upside down and when I thought all hope was lost, something said, "don't stop yet". So I didn't.
I had taken a sabbatical from my own course work thinking I was too burnt out to continue my education. My distant family had been creating some stress within my immediate family and I felt it was simply not my time.
But something told me to hang on. That inner drive that calls to you when you least expect it. That nagging voice in your head that makes you question your actions. Yes, I told it to shut up several times, but like myself, I couldn't hush it.
I contacted my professors and learned that I was more than welcome to return to classes. And the day after I called them... I was accepted.
No, I was not an outcast that was finally welcome among my peers.
I was accepted to Graduate School!
Full circle, right?
Don't give up on your dreams. Don't give up the good fight. If you want something bad enough, don't silence the voice within you. Give her (or him) a megaphone and let that voice loose!
Until next time,
Welcome! My name is LaVonda. I am the wife of Rodney, the mom of 5 remarkable kids (well, 2 are adults now), an avid homeschooler, blogger, and sociologist. I am blessed with the ability to spend my time sharing our homeschool and life experiences with you. It is my hope to provide you with motivation, ideas, and some candid stress-relief through my blog - Mom's Scribe! Grab a cup of coffee, sit on down, and make yourself at home!