Time. Money. Energy. As a single mom with two teenagers, It just seems like there’s never enough of any of those things. In fact, it felt hopeless. And I was exhausted. I was like, what’s the point? Then, two years ago, at the invitation of a friend, I found a group of people who had a direction for their lives. They had a purpose. And they helped me find mine too. And oddly enough, I really didn’t expect to find it there. The place was church. The time was Easter. That was MY new beginning.
From the outside looking in, it looked like I had the world at my feet -- like I had it all figured out. But when I got home ... alone ... all I would hear is the sound of my own voice in my head reminding me what a failure I am. I had to keep my life ... noisy - TV, Social Media, any distraction ... to drown it out. Then last year, I went with a friend to place where everything changed. I didn’t know how special it was at the time, but when I left there… for the first time in my life, I was quiet inside. I finally had peace and calm in a noisy world. The place was church. The time was Easter. That was MY new beginning.
I couldn't bear to tell them after all they had sacrificed for me to be there. My family had such great hopes for me when they sent me to college. But then I lost my scholarship. I was going to have to drop out of college. I was angry at myself, the system, and I guess God. A friend was on their way to a place I hadn’t been in a very long time. He invited me to go with him. I agreed. That's when everything changed. I was reminded again of what life is REALLY all about -- a truth I knew but had forgotten in the midst of my struggle. The place was church. The time was Easter. That was MY new beginning.
I had the Lexus, the gated community home, the vacation home ... everything the world tells you is important. I was at the top of my game. Pulling down six figures. I should have felt like I had arrived, right? But there was something missing. In fact, the emptiness was so desperate, I tried to fill it with things that almost destroyed me and everything I had built - you know… alcohol, sex, and well… stuff. Then, as a last ditch effort, I decided to go to a place on a hunch it MIGHT make a difference. It did. That big void in my heart got filled with purpose, peace… REAL life. The place was church. The time was Easter. That was MY new beginning.