A Second Chance...Memories of the Past
I am not one who lives in the past, but today, when I read an article on a magazine, the past came knocking on my door...HARD! The article was about a girl who got involved in a car accident and almost lost her life. Something that sounded chillingly familiar, her face was disfigured in the accident. These were some of her words...
"Of course, I wonder why God allowed this to happen to me. But the accident has brought my family closer and my friends have learnt to treasure life more.
My friends say I've become a much better person since the accident. Many of them find me more positive and happy...I feel like a brand new person and I treasure life more. It's no longer about the fame and the partying but about spending time with your loved ones, making a difference in other people's lives and serving God as best as I can.
It still hurts to look at myself in the mirror because I know I can never look like I did before, but feeling sorry for myself is not going to do anything. Besides, we are all beautiful in our own special ways. I am more than thankful to be living again and doing the things I am able to do while I can."
Reading this article was like writing my own memoirs of an experience that is now almost 12 years past. Suddenly, the taste of the moment feels my mind...I remember the sense of feeling so fragile and so unable to change the reality. Yet thankful. Thankful to be alive and have only skin-deep injuries. Thankful that I have been given a second chance at life....again. I know I could have lost it all...the people I love, the life I now lead, the friends that I love today...But God gave me a second (fourth by then) chance to be alive! I know that He kept me alive for a purpose...and that sense of purpose is slowly entering and filling up my every blood vessel once again.
Having a sense of PURPOSE...The next biggest question is: "What is my purpose?" Why did God keep me alive time and time again? There are many dreams I hope to see fulfilled in my lifetime...but I know that there is only one that matters...I hope that one day, I will be able to look back in my life and sign with contentment as I take my Lord's Hand and enter into eternity with Jesus forever. Sounds far??? It's not so far beyond our reach. Reach out and try....
In the practical sense, I am reminded once again to not take the ones I love for granted. And the fire within to see God's plan for me fulfilled is burning a slight notch brighter...And I can only pray that the Holy Spirit will continue to fan this flame. I know I can't do it on my own but with the support of my God, right beside me, every step of the way as He promised. I know that I will achieve all that my heart has set out to see in my lifetime. Is it possible? YES! But first, I must have the courage to ask for His strength to take the first step...into the water.
"Lord, here I come...Please hold my hands..."
"Of course, I wonder why God allowed this to happen to me. But the accident has brought my family closer and my friends have learnt to treasure life more.
My friends say I've become a much better person since the accident. Many of them find me more positive and happy...I feel like a brand new person and I treasure life more. It's no longer about the fame and the partying but about spending time with your loved ones, making a difference in other people's lives and serving God as best as I can.
It still hurts to look at myself in the mirror because I know I can never look like I did before, but feeling sorry for myself is not going to do anything. Besides, we are all beautiful in our own special ways. I am more than thankful to be living again and doing the things I am able to do while I can."
Reading this article was like writing my own memoirs of an experience that is now almost 12 years past. Suddenly, the taste of the moment feels my mind...I remember the sense of feeling so fragile and so unable to change the reality. Yet thankful. Thankful to be alive and have only skin-deep injuries. Thankful that I have been given a second chance at life....again. I know I could have lost it all...the people I love, the life I now lead, the friends that I love today...But God gave me a second (fourth by then) chance to be alive! I know that He kept me alive for a purpose...and that sense of purpose is slowly entering and filling up my every blood vessel once again.
Having a sense of PURPOSE...The next biggest question is: "What is my purpose?" Why did God keep me alive time and time again? There are many dreams I hope to see fulfilled in my lifetime...but I know that there is only one that matters...I hope that one day, I will be able to look back in my life and sign with contentment as I take my Lord's Hand and enter into eternity with Jesus forever. Sounds far??? It's not so far beyond our reach. Reach out and try....
In the practical sense, I am reminded once again to not take the ones I love for granted. And the fire within to see God's plan for me fulfilled is burning a slight notch brighter...And I can only pray that the Holy Spirit will continue to fan this flame. I know I can't do it on my own but with the support of my God, right beside me, every step of the way as He promised. I know that I will achieve all that my heart has set out to see in my lifetime. Is it possible? YES! But first, I must have the courage to ask for His strength to take the first step...into the water.
"Lord, here I come...Please hold my hands..."
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