Lagging Behind.

Today is one of those days that the world keeps going but you’re lagging behind; dragging your injured foot from the last attack – the so called strong ones, unattacked ones go on unbothered or slightly turn back to look at you with eyes filled with disgust for your weakness.

You ponder for second. Wondering if you should rest a bit to allow your wounds to heal, or force yourself to carry on with the rest.

Lest you forget your status has changed from the rest; you’re now the selected elite. Your life experiences have brought this status upon you – and it doesn’t mean much except a constant reminder that you’re a fighter, sometimes fighting wars you didn’t bring on yourself.

They say our destinies choose us. Mine certainly did. I’ve tried so many times to get away from it, but it stuck on me like a bad rash.

I’m in my mid 30s and nothing shouts louder than my purpose. It’s almost impossible to get away from it and after years of trying, I’ve surrendered. I document my life now; my thoughts, my fears, my joy and my struggles; all because there’s someone somewhere who needs to see, hear & believe life is for them too. Not just the inexperienced – but even for those who’ve gone through the most and in doubt of any better tomorrow. Nothing is more believable than a practical example. I'm that practical example.Those closest to me have always watched in phenomena God bringing me though from the ashes and the only difference now, is that I’m letting the world watch too!