When I was 16, my brother died. The shock was so severe; I don’t think I fully responded to it until much later in my life. My heart was broken for the first time though. Four years later, my father died. I was angry. Broken and angry because life was unfair. Our family was left forever incomplete and changed. On this day, 19 February 2018, my mom died. By now, I’ve learned to live with brokenness and losses, but her death left a massive hole in my heart. My world’s axis shifted, and I’ve been living with a sense of not being completely myself since.
This life is harsh and cruel. It deals blows unexpectedly and undeservingly. My family was the best of families. We loved each other. We had the best of parents and most tremendous appreciation for one another. It was not fair. Yet, here I am. Broken parts and hole in my heart, but I am still standing. I am not angry anymore, and I don’t blame anyone for all the trauma.
I choose to be a conqueror instead of a victim. Why? Because warriors get hurt on battlefields – it is the nature of war. We are in a battle of good versus evil, whether we agree or not. This life will not ask your permission to engage in the fight. It will bring it to you. How you respond will determine your victory or defeat.
Therefore, put on your armor and fight!
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