Documentation for November 21st

For the last couple of weeks we have been working on our Disciple-Scholar presentations. My group has been assigned the idea of expecting resistance and overcoming it. We were asked to choose someone who represents this. We decided on Job from the Old Testament. Job was an awesome disciple, he followed the word of God and was greatly blessed for it. In spite of this he was visited with great trials. He was afflicted with illness, his family died, and he lost his home and possessions all in one fell swoop. However Job did not give in to his trials. He accepted what had happened to him and he never turned his back on God, as many would in such a situation. I have tried to remember this in my life daily so that I can better become a true Disciple-Scholar. I have experienced my fair share of trials, but I think that my greatest accomplishment in life has been to accept and overcome them. My father died when I was very young. One day he was a little sick and the next I was told he only had a few months to live, not an easy thing to process for a seven-year-old daddy’s girl. His illness was difficult, and things have not been easy in the years following. I don’t think you can comprehend just how much the untimely death of a family member effects those left behind unless you experience it for yourself. It has rippled through my extended family as well, none of us realized just how much of an influence my father had on us all until he was gone. However difficult it may be, I do not wish that it had happened any other way. I am surprised by the confidence and peace with which I can say this. I know that it was never meant to be any other way, life has a plan and a course and this is just how it was meant to be, for all of us. We all had something to learn from this, including my Dad. I know that I would not be anything near the person I am today if it wasn’t for what happened. It taught me to be strong, to withstand sadness and come out the other side with a smile on my face. It taught me to be compassionate, at a young age you are prone to think of only yourself, I learned quickly that I was not the only one who lost somebody. It taught me to be self sufficient, there was not man of the house for me growing up and fairly quickly I learned to fill in where he left off. Mowing the lawn, fixing sprinkler heads, sanding tables, re-finishing wood, setting up electronics, tearing out tile, putting together furniture, you name it, I’m proud to say I did it. Also it taught me to ask for help when I need it. All those things I listed before, many I could not learn on my own. I still remember my home teacher showing me how to use the lawn mower, and then taking me to the hardware store and showing me how to fix all the sprinkler heads I broke! I’m still learning how to ask for help, I’m not terribly good at it, but I never said I was done learning! It really sucks that I didn’t get to grow up with my Dad, it sucks even more that my sisters had to lose him too and that my Mom had to raise three girls on her own. I’m not saying that it doesn’t make me sad sometimes, just that I’m grateful for what it has taught me. There is always a reason for the trials we face, they may seem unfair, and they may seem pointless or cruel, but there is a rhyme and reason to it, we just may not see it yet. When I think of my life, I’m proud. I’m proud of my family for sticking together like we have, and I’m proud of myself for the role that I have had in that. I know that there is plenty more to come, whether it be in relation to this or if it’s something entirely new, but I also know that I will take it head on and I will not let it shake me. I have been well prepared for anything that will come my way, and I am so grateful for that.