I had an encounter with a young mother on yesterday, and I although I didn’t have an ounce of strength to lift myself up (it was a rough day), God gave me just enough for her. She was struggling mentally and financially, and at the point of no return. She stated, “I just want to give up. I just can’t seem to get ahead, no matter how good I try to be or what I try to do. I’m just tired.” I questioned, “I know you are tired, because I feel your pain and have been where you are, so many times, but what do you suppose would happen to your son if you did give up? Have you considered who’s going to take care of him? Have you at least gotten that part figured out?” She sighed and had become quiet, and I had become the support that she needed, and may not have had.
I didn’t make her feel bad for the statements she made, but I wanted her to understand that life doesn’t end, just because you can’t see an end out of your situation. I continued with sharing my personal struggles so I could not only be relatable, but serve as motivation and an example to her, that she too can overcome. Do I feel like I was able to get the message through to her? Maybe, but I understood her position, because I was once in her shoes. However, during the times I wanted to give up, and was suicidal, I had a few reminders as to why I shouldn’t; my mother, nieces, and nephew. I always wondered what they’d think of me if I did, and the amount of pain I’d cause. When I felt I couldn’t continue on for myself, I chose to do it for them. After I imparted my final words to her, I departed, said a prayer, and hoped that I made a difference in her life, even if it was just a little. And sometimes, it’s the little things that count the most!
Until next time my NOTE takers!