Damaged!

Have you ever felt defeated? Well today I was feeling defeated. Let me rephrase that, I was feeling trampled! I haven't had the best few weeks... now fear not, this isn't a pity party for me; I have a point I swear.

Here we go, I recently found out that my Grandpa has cancer in his esophagus. He is 84 and surgery isn't exactly an option with how old and weak he is, same goes for chemo. That was the first blow.

The following week I found out that my mom has irregular cell growth attacking her cervix, not necessarily cancer. But surgery has been scheduled in the meantime, because benign or malignant it has to be taken out. She will be out of commission for at least six weeks.

Then came the third week and the big kicker. I went in the backyard to feed our dogs. And for no apparent reason our two year old German Shepherd attacked my seven year old rat terrier. He killed him. I was screaming and kicking (I even tried beating him off with a broom) but nothing made him stop and he snapped his neck. It was AWFUL, hands down the worst thing I have ever seen. The following day we had to take our German Shepherd to the shelter, where he was then sent to the German Shepherd Rescue/Rehabilitation center. They will work with him and then adopt him out to a family that knows his story and doesn't have other animals. Then we had to bury our rat terrier.

This past week the rains came and our roof started leaking! So the saying "when it rains it pours" is dead on! I have had one heck of a ride the past few weeks. So, this morning when I woke up my heart felt heavy, my soul felt defeated. And as I was laying there in bed I remembered something. Awhile back when we lived in North Carolina one day I was feeling down, my husband and I had been going through some hard times. So I strapped my then only child in her car seat and we went for a drive. Now one thing you have to know about NC is that there are churches everywhere! And most of them have a sign out front where they post things, most have church service times or what not. Well, as I was driving and beginning to cry I decided to pull over and gather my thoughts. The parking lot next to where I had pulled over was a baptist church and their sign read, "NO MATTER HOW DAMAGED YOU FEEL, GOD CAN RESTORE YOU." I sat there and immediately felt peace. I felt like the Lord had posted that just for me. I collected my thoughts, thanked the Lord and headed home.

This morning, laying in bed, the Lord reminded me that no matter how damaged or broken I feel, He can restore me. Needless to say, my heart and my mind are in a better place now.