I didn’t grow up in a military family, but I’ve moved over 18 times throughout my life. It was mostly due to my dad’s job but every time we would pack up and move, I would go into defense mode. It would take me a while to get to know people and most of the time I would clam up when it came to making friends. Going to a new school is a scary thing. Since I didn’t stay in the same school for very long, I didn’t keep many friends.
Then, one year, my parents decided to get a divorce. I wasn’t sure how to take the news and although I had now reached my first year of college, it was still once again, a difficult transition. I was in the middle of trying to keep friends a school I hoped would last for at least four years. But, as I went down the “broken family” path, I began to put myself in defense mode once again. I began pushing away potential friends and eventually failed out of a required bible class, forcing me to switch to a different school.
I struggled with my parent’s decision and wasn’t sure how life would be anymore. In a time I was supposed to be discovering who I was and growing as a young woman, I felt torn down, confused, and defeated. Family was the one thing I had always relyed on during our numerous moves.
After completing my two years at the community college, I moved (once more) to a four year University two hundred miles away to finish my education. There, I realized three crucial lessons.
- God had led me through every tough time in my past and He wasn’t about to leave me. My family may have fallen apart but He takes and makes beautiful things from brokenness.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18 NIV
In His heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps. Proverbs 16:9 NIV