10% what happens to you
and 90% how you react to it.”
–Charles R. Swindoll
When asked to describe me, my friends will use words like:
I’ve been told I’m known for my friendliness and my always open shoulder.
I’m active in 4-H, TeenPact, work, and life in general.
All of this describes my 90%:
how I’ve reacted to life.
But what most people don’t know about me is my 10%:
what happened to me.
Because my 10% is that I was bullied for five long years.
I would be lying if I said I emerged from this ordeal stronger all on my own.
Yes, I emerged a stronger person,
but not because of anything I did.
Who I am today is all because of God.
Many times, I found myself looking at the footprints in the sand and, upon seeing only one set,
wondered where God was in all of it.
What I failed to see
was that He was carrying me:
every step of the way.
Throughout those years, He gave me someone who constantly reminded me that He was in full control,
even when I felt like life was spinning out of control:
I remember late nights when she would hold me as I cried.
She always told me the same thing:
“And we know that all things
work together for good
to them that love God
to them who are the called
according to His purpose.”
People who know me and knew me as I went through this trial in my life
would probably be shocked
if I told them
I am a victim of bullying.
I used to equate this to putting on a mask.
And for a while,
I believe I was.
But God’s constant prodding and my mom’s constant prayer made me realize something:
I must count it all joy.
Being joyful when all I wanted
was to curl up in a corner and cry my life away
was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
But I didn’t do it on my own.
The reason I can be joyful is because
God is teaching me
I’ve forgiven those girls.
It took quite a while, but God never gave up on my heart.
count it all joy
when ye fall into divers temptations;
that the trying of your faith