My dad use to say, “If we ever decide to write a book about our life, we’d have to call it fiction because nobody would believe us.” He was right. Looking back on my life, I find it hard to believe myself.
If I had a chance to go back and talk to myself at various ages in my life, I would make a point to tell the younger me that everything is going to be ok and not to worry so much. Growing up I spent so much time worrying about whether I was pretty enough, thin enough, tall enough or smart enough. Come to think of it, I would hug that sweet child and say, “Karen, you are enough!” We are all enough!
We come equipped to handle everything that life throws our way. We don’t realize it at the time as obstacles come barreling down our path, but looking back we managed to jump the hurdle, dodge a bullet, catch the Hail Mary pass, and land on our feet. It’s when we realize that through it all, we were never alone when we faced the monstrous illusions fear had created in our minds. God’s presence was and is ever present. That, my friend, is called growth, and from that, our life story is written.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Khalil Gibran
Originally published in the Bay City Tribune on Wednesday, August 23, 2017.