It’s days like today that make me appreciate the life shattering experiences I’ve faced and reassure me that God has a plan to turn my pain and suffering into something beautiful.
Today I met up with a representative of UFCW International which I found out to be a union that advocates for better working conditions in a number of different industries. The really interesting part is what happened leading up to this meeting….
I got a voicemail message from a man that obviously called the wrong number because my name isn’t Irene and I had no idea what he was talking about. Usually I delete voicemails right after I’ve listened to them but for some reason I kept this one in my inbox. Almost a week later, I came across the message again and actually listened to what was being said this time. After a few more playbacks, my curiosity took over and I decided to call the man back. Without going into too much detail, the man explained to me that there was an issue involving WalMart and the number of calls that the City receives requiring the police department to respond and use its resources to detain shoplifters. I asked a few questions and then he asked me if I would attend a City Council meeting the next day to support the union’s concerns.
I still have no clue what possessed me to agree and then actually show up to the meeting when I’ve never even entered the Courthouse of the City I’ve spent most of my life in. I sat through the meeting and soaked in as much information as I could about the topics addressed and how the meeting was structured. This was how I originally met Anahi and made plans to connect up for coffee later in the week. Which brings me to our present day where I began this story.
We spent about an hour discussing the issue while exchanging information, questions, ideas, etc. After all the business stuff that I won’t bore you with, we just got to know each other a little better and exchanged life stories. Needless to say, my story takes a bit longer to get through than anyone else so I try to condense it down as much as possible but when you mention Cancer, it’s hard not to explain the parts that make it so extraordinary.
This is where I have to stop and acknowledge the undeniable presence of God in every part of this totally random occurrence that still baffles me. I don’t believe in coincidences so I know God planned every detail of this experience for a reason making nothing about it random or minuscule.
Whenever I’m in a situation that calls for me to share the defining aspects of my life, I always make sure to give all the glory of my story to God. I make it clear that I’m merely a vessel to serve Him and His ultimate plan for me. We must always remember to praise God when speaking about the moments in our life that make us who we are. If it weren’t for Him handcrafting each one of us, we wouldn’t even have this life or anything to tell. Right?
It’d been a seriously long time since I had the opportunity to share my story with a perfect stranger or anyone really. When I finished, she just stared at me with this look of disbelief and said, “You are such a strong person.” I didn’t realize how desperately I needed to hear that today when I’ve been struggling to overcome weaknesses and feelings of fear that have been holding me back for awhile now. I never know how to respond when someone points out the strength they see in me. It kinda makes me a little uncomfortable really. The most I’m ever able to muster up is, “Umm… thank you.” So I just Give the Glory to God because in Him is where I find my strength.