Always a Reason

My grandpa was here a couple of weeks ago.

I visited with him for a time.

He asked how work was.

He could tell before I even answered that I was not especially happy in my full-time job.

He conversed with me about how I need to be doing what makes me happy.

And, I am.

Just in other ways.
Read on.

As I have gone through trials in my life, there have been some that have just about broken me completely.

Where I did not feel that I could possibly go on.

The weight was too heavy and I felt too weak to continue.

In those dark times, I have taken my mind to a place where I believe that God has given my challenges in order to bless others who might one day experience something similar. 

When I think that way, I feel almost honored to be going through my trial.

There are many things in my life that I have experienced that have caused others to feel comfortable coming to talk to me.

A child with Autism.

Children with multiple health challenges.

Addiction.

Single parenthood.

Abuse.

Neglect.

Divorce.

Depression.
My own health issues.

Etc.

Friday, a sweet friend, a co-worker's wife came to my office.

She stood in front of Xavier's desk.

I looked out and saw her and knew right away that she needed me.

Her husband drove her to my office.

I went out and I held her.

I talked to her.

She talked to me.

Then, I took her in my office, closed the door and, together, we called her doctor.

She trusted ME.

Of all the people she could have gone to, she chose ME.

Not because I'm a professional.

Not because I'm brilliant.

Because she knew she could.

Because she knew I'd empathize.

Because she knew she'd be safe.

Because she knew I loved her.

This is the reason.

This is the reason, I have to believe, that I go through trials.

So that I know hurt and pain and fear.

I was able to talk to her about feeling ALL the feelings.

I know the resources, and I know how to get in touch with them.

And, we did.

I sent her away safe.

And with the knowledge that she is loved.

I told her, "Life is not fair. This is not fair. God DOES give us more than we can handle." I also told her that she is known. And loved. And that He gives us, always, who and what we need in these times. Then I told her about private, sacred experiences that I've had and that I have no doubt she will have her own.

Then, I remembered my talk with my grandpa.

I get to do what I love daily.

I get to help others who are going through really tough times because God has given me the ability to go through very similar things so that I can love them and comfort them and get them to where they need to be.

I get to sell CBD.

I get to help people who need help.

I don't get paid for it, in money at least.

But, I get to feel His love for others and there is no price you can put on that.

I am being exactly who I am supposed to be for those who need me right now.

That's pretty amazing.