We read throughout the Bible how God uses the weak to lead the strong and how he uses the broken to minister. Over that past couple of years, I could not see how that can be more true in my life. I was once a locally licensed pastor for the Church of the Nazarene. Through that title, I had my foot in many different ministries. I helped with Children’s ministry, I helped with Youth Ministry, I co-led the Young Adults ministry, and I was on the worship team all by the age of 22. My church life looked great. However, I was dealing with trauma that led me to depression and I made some bad choices to alleviate that pain. When I checked myself into the mental hospital, all my bad choices were exposed. The week after I got out of the mental hospital, I had my “pastor” title and license stripped away from me, and rightly so. My pastor didn’t leave my side, but he worked with me through healing until he was called on a new mission to a new church.
Why Am I Doing So Much?
As many of you know if you keep with me, there is quite a bit on my plate at the moment. I am working two jobs (University Counselor and Instructor’s Assistant for Grand Canyon University), I am studying for two masters (Masters of Divinity from Nazarene Theological Seminary and Masters of Addiction Counseling from Grand Canyon University), and of course in full time recovery (this entails meetings, doing a 12 step program, going to counseling, and sponsoring other alcoholics/addicts). Sometimes the work gets overwhelming and I start to question what the point of doing all this is.
She Taught Me What Love Is
Yes, we fight. Yes, we both been at fault. Yes, we have both displaced our insecurities on each other in the form of anger. However, my philosophy that we have lived by is that we never go to bed angry with each other. We get angry, but we don’t stay angry. We are both in this relationship for the better and for the worse. In the end, we keep God in the center, which means we love and forgive each other despite whatever the turmoil was.
I Had Given Up On Love when Sabrina....
A little over a year ago, I met the love of my life when I wasn’t even searching. I had had my heart broken a couple times and I thought it was beyond repair. I was satisfied in life with remaining single for its entirety. One weekend, I was asked to come up to Youth Haven as a working interview for a summer camp counselor. Spoiler alert… I didn’t get the job because of what I am about to tell you.
New Year, Same Me Please
This year, I experienced freedom for the first time. Freedom from addiction, freedom from shame, freedom from toxic relationships, freedom from self-loathing. I have grown a lot this past year, more than I realized I could grow. I have matured in many different ways. I set boundaries to protect myself and to respect myself. Last year, I was in a deep depression. It had been merely 4 months since my life was turned upside down. It had been only four months since I stopped drinking and self-harming. It had been only four months since I was in the mental hospital. It had been only four months since I was kicked out by the person who I admired the most. In this past year, I had a lot of growing up to do.