Meet Angela F. Lavalais
My Scars Tell a Story Excerpt:
There I stood at the foot of my Mother’s bed the day she left this world. All I thought about was why now. We, I had still so many things to do; to accomplish, to celebrate. I stood there numb and silent by that bed. I could not believe my eyes. There was nothing I could do to change it. I couldn’t if I tried.
People came and went, and said words I really didn’t hear, nor would I remember. And I remained silent. I forbade anyone to cry knowing I was on the edge of what I knew for sure was a nervous breakdown.
One day a friend climbed on the bed with me and said…” This is part of your story now.” But, I didn’t want it to be. I had written out the story of my life and this was NOT part of it. But, it’s now MY story, and I learned that sometimes I have to take that tight grasp I had on my dreams and let go. Even when it hurts like HELL on the good days… the bad days, and everything in between.
If I trust God with my life, that means I trust Him with everything. Each end, every word, sentence, and chapter. Even when I feel like I can’t bear to flip the page and see what happens next. It is all part of what makes our faith so scary and yet so beautiful. And because of our faith and trust in God we know in the end He will be there, and we will reign victorious.
Even though I have been through some rough times I love looking back at what God has brought me through all because I dared to trust Him. My life hasn’t been what I had always hoped for, but it was filled with blessings I also didn’t deserve.
This is MY story…
There I stood at the foot of my Mother’s bed the day she left this world. All I thought about was why now. We, I had still so many things to do; to accomplish, to celebrate. I stood there numb and silent by that bed. I could not believe my eyes. There was nothing I could do to change it. I couldn’t if I tried.
People came and went, and said words I really didn’t hear, nor would I remember. And I remained silent. I forbade anyone to cry knowing I was on the edge of what I knew for sure was a nervous breakdown.
One day a friend climbed on the bed with me and said…” This is part of your story now.” But, I didn’t want it to be. I had written out the story of my life and this was NOT part of it. But, it’s now MY story, and I learned that sometimes I have to take that tight grasp I had on my dreams and let go. Even when it hurts like HELL on the good days… the bad days, and everything in between.
If I trust God with my life, that means I trust Him with everything. Each end, every word, sentence, and chapter. Even when I feel like I can’t bear to flip the page and see what happens next. It is all part of what makes our faith so scary and yet so beautiful. And because of our faith and trust in God we know in the end He will be there, and we will reign victorious.
Even though I have been through some rough times I love looking back at what God has brought me through all because I dared to trust Him. My life hasn’t been what I had always hoped for, but it was filled with blessings I also didn’t deserve.
This is MY story…