A little encouragement goes a long way.
When my mom was going through a divorce she also lost her mom. I never really explained what happened to me during the time of grief my mom was going through.
I often prayed that she would feel better for herself, and realize no one deserves to be cheated on, left abandoned in their own home and for her ex-husband to show no love for the mother-in-law that treated him like her own son.
My mom went through so much in such a little time. I remember having to wake up at 6am to get her out of bed. I would stand beside her bed, pulling her arm, and telling her she has to get up, so she will have her job. I remember being encouraging through the most difficult time of her life, but I knew once I got her going she will be alright. I just had to get her going; one step at a time.
She eventually found herself and a guy that treated her decent (at the time). During this time she didn’t come home as often but I didn’t tell anyone. I often laid in the bed wondering when she would come home. I was happy that she was okay, but during all that time I was being strong for her, but now I was losing myself.
I was having to get up early, go to high school, and college, often finding rides with my best friend, maintaining on the honor roll, and showing I can graduate through all circumstances. However, on the weekends I was depending on alcohol to ease my woes, and frustrations.
My mom was barely coming home, my friends were working or talking about other stuff while I worried about gas in my car and the power being turned off, or where the next meal would come from. On weekends I often spend time with my friends knowing I would eat.
Now don’t get me wrong I wasn’t starving, I ate at school, and my best friend Justin often came to get to me to take me out to eat. He knew what was going on, but we often didn’t speak of it. He made me laugh as much as he could, which was a lot.
I had friends tell me I was heading down the wrong path, but I knew this. I didn’t want them to be my parent. I wanted them to encourage me, how to help me, or etc.
I eventually would lay on my bed in the mornings praying for my morning hangover to ease, and pray for God to just send me someone to help me. Someone who would help me stop drinking, someone to show me they cared instead of talking down at me, like I didn’t know what was wrong.
Within two weeks God places my husband in my life. His exact words was “If were going to be together, the drinking will stop.”
I knew then God listened to me, and opened my eyes that He can put people in your life for a reason.
One Simple Act of Encouragement can go a long way. Just remember next time you are down to never give up on something good happening in your life.
