Some people believe in “the accident of ones birth”. I don’t believe my birth or anyones is an accident. Many believe that they accidentally ended up in one country with one set of parents with no way out of intense suffering and struggles. But this birth was not accidental. Everyone was perfectly planned and came from two parents at a specific time because that’s what God wanted. He loved YOU. And created YOU. And he used a very specific combination of DNA to do it. Because he wanted YOU to be born and not someone else.
You see, “the accident of ones birth” is usually followed by “if I was born in America, my life would be better.” Not necessarily, it would be different but not better.
I am living proof of this. I’ve often pondered the accident of my birth. Why did I get the mom I had, in the time she had me, in the place. Why was I “accidentally” given the mom I have. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom dearly and would not want any other one, but this was not always the case.
I’ve had more than my fair share of personal struggles and heart aches. I’ve had more life experience than many people twice my age. I’ve seen more pain, felt more pain, and over come more than many people experience in their entire life, and yet, the hardest thing I ever faced was not my own personal struggle; it was my moms.
It isn’t a secret that my mom spent many years depressed and my family had to “deal” with the repercussions of that. We had to walk through that with her. It’s also no secret how much I hate school. Yet, there was a time in my life when I was terrified to come home from school because I would be the first one home. I was afraid of coming home not knowing if I’d find my mom alive. And there was a time when I had to be my little brothers mom. Not in the disciplining, but there was a time when he went to me with fears and hurts and joys that one usually share with their mom. It was hard. It sucked.
I walked through this valley of darkness alone. I had my family, but I did not have God. Though I now know He was there, I had no relationship with Him. I walked through so many hard years, with a new struggle and a new tragedy daily, without my heavenly father.
I know what it is like to walk in the midst of deep suffering alone and I don’t want that for anyone. I want people to experience the peace and comfort from God while they walk through crisis and tragedy.
It is because of these experience that I want desperately to go to Nepal.
Thousands dead, homeless, motherless, fatherless, hungry, hurting, dying. These people are walking through tragedy and pain. Suffering in ways I can’t imagine. Many wandering about the “accident of their birth” and why this happened to them. I don’t know why. It’s heart breaking.
But I know that their birth was no accident. My birth was no accident and I want them to walk through this tragedy knowing that they were planned, that they are loved, and that they are NOT ALONE. I want to be a beacon; A light house directing wandering ships to the safe harbor of God’s love and peace and comfort.
I am going to Nepal because no one should walk through the midst of tragedy without their heavenly father to carry them through. I am going to Nepal because I have suffered and struggled in my own way. I am going so that the Nepalese people might find the love of God and walk this long journey out of the valley with Him.
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