When Life Becomes too Much to Bear...

By Claire Enos

The last few months have been tough. I admit it, they've been crazy, hard, heart-wrenching, and possibly the worst months I can remember in my short life. However, they've also been the best, most life-changing months I can ever remember. Sometimes it's crazy to think that the hardest times we endure might lead to the best parts in our lives.

I'm convinced that without God in my life, and my faith, I might have gone over the edge several times over. If not for my conviction in the truths I know I might not be sitting here writing this blog. After all, what would have kept me here? Without my faith I wouldn't be so close to my family, I wouldn't be here at school studying English, I wouldn't be learning Spanish, I wouldn't have met the people in my life (present and past) who have made me who I am.

The other day, Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts, started playing on my laptop. I love that song, so I started singing along. About halfway through singing I realized the truth behind the lyrics: 

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you.

Every mistake I make leads me straight to where I'm meant to be. God doesn't make mistakes. He is perfect. I make mistakes, you make mistakes. God knows this and He prepares for such mistakes. As long as we follow Him and continue on a path of righteousness we will be lead to where we are meant to be. I believe this with all my heart.

I hope that one day my words will be able to reach those who need to hear them. But until then, let them be a beacon to me, to guide me through the dark and trying times ahead, as I reach for my potential in the years ahead.

<3Claire

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