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Topic: Like Living in a Goldfish Bowl (11/07/13)
- TITLE: Living in a Fish Bowl
By Cynthia G. Peoples
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I put my arms around my daughter and hugged her tightly to my own trembling body. “It’s okay,” I cried, “Everything’s going to be okay, because God will take care of us.”
“I know, mom” she replied, as she laid her head on my shoulder and we held onto each other rocking gently back and forth as we sobbed.
Three days later, the day before Thanksgiving, we once again held onto each other as they lowered the mahogany colored casket into the deep, dark hole. “This is it, he’s gone and never coming back,” I thought, as the grave diggers began covering the grave with dark, red clay. “How in the world am I going to survive without him?”
The next several years were like living through one long nightmare. Everywhere I looked, there he was….sitting on the front porch in his wheel chair so pale you could literally see the blue veins flowing under his thin skin….lying in the hospital bed that sat in our living room while squeezing my hand as he struggled to take his last breath ….standing at the kitchen stove fixing some potato soup….lying on the bathroom floor where he had fallen and couldn’t get up…. in our bed with my arms around his frail body…..and sitting in our backyard saying:
“Hon, I’m not going to make it and it’s not going to be long now. And the only thing I know to tell you to help you get through this is to stay as close to God as you are right now.”
Well, instead of turning to God to help me through that horrific, devastating, tragedy, I turned away from Him. I began to constantly make bad choices concerning jobs, relationships, living arrangements, and was unable to make any type of rational decision. I continued to function on the outside but was dying on the inside.
I was like a lonely goldfish swimming around and around in a small bowl but never getting anywhere. I’d try to swim in one direction and then sink. I’d go another direction and it wouldn’t work either so I’d turn around and swim back. I moved out of my house eight times in less than 2 years trying to run away from the memories, from myself, and from God.
I even contemplated suicide several times. But by the grace of God I did not follow through with such an irrational, selfish idea. But I did begin to isolate myself from others and was drowning in a pool of self-pity little by little, slowly but surely and didn’t see any way out. I had no plans, no purpose, and no hope.
“Why Lord,” I cried, “Why did you take him away from me! You knew what my life would be like without him.” I then remembered a conversation I’d had with my husband just a few months after he’d been diagnosed with the stomach cancer that eventually took his life.
“I don’t understand,” he had said, “We have each other, we have a good life, a good business, and we are both happier than we’ve ever been before. So, why now and what did I do to deserve this?”
“I don’t understand either,” I replied, “But that’s what faith is. It’s believing no matter what, that God is in control, we are in His hands, and He knows what’s best for us.”
And God is faithful even when we’re not. He will never leave us or forsake us…..He will never fail us and He always knows what’s best for us even when we don’t understand why some things may happen.
God is the giver and taker of life….the creator of all things….and has a unique plan for each and every one of us. He tells us in Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” (NLT)
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