Sometimes the wrapping is deceiving… Life Interrupted

My post for this week will revisit a story I’ve told before.  Why would I do that? Honestly, it is for two reasons.  One is when I was looking at the blog hop topics for this week this part of my story kept coming to my mind, and I have learned that if God keeps bringing a certain part of my story to mind, He wants to share it. The other reason is being back at school this week helps me to remember her.  You see I now work at the school where the other character in this story worked together for 6 months,.  Are you curious yet?  Well here it goes…

God had a different story planned for me from the beginning, I was born 2 months early, I was supposed to be born in February but I came into the world in December of 1981.  Yet, my parents weren’t told I had a disability until I was almost 2 years old.  The doctors told my parents that I probably would never do anything.  Little did the doctors know God had more planned for me than they could ever imagine….

No I’m not going to tell you that God miraculously took away all my disabilities, even though I firmly believe He could have had that been His will for my life. What He has done throughout my life is use my condition to teach myself as well as others around me about Him.

From a very young age I realized God had made outwardly different than many of my friends.  Although I was never told that I could not do the things my friends were doing.  My family always instilled in me that with God’s help I could find a way to do anything I wanted.  I always believed that without much questioning because I had seen it come true multiple times.

When I started middle school though that is when I began to question what I had always known to be true.  I am not saying that I didn’t believe the things I knew to be true about my faith.  So what had changed you might ask? Who I looked to define myself is what changed.  My peers were becoming vocal about who I was and what differences made me.  I mean what teenager wants to stick out, and here I was with differences I had no way to hide.  There were multiple times that I came home from school and ended up crying because of the things my peers said about me.

What I didn’t realize at the time was God was already working in this situation.  You see, there was a group of girls that I thought were new friends, when in reality, they were secretly making fun of me. I felt hurt, betrayed, and unsure whom to trust. Thankfully, my dad reminded that God was right there with me and I could kill them with kindness.

The next year in Spanish class I was paired with one of the girls that used to torment me.  At first, I was afraid to trust her but over time we became good friends. It turned out that her so-called “friends” that she was helping torment me did not want anything to do with her anymore.  So, we became best friends and she became one of my biggest advocates. How did that happen?  It happened because God told me to be consistent with her as He worked on both of our hearts.  This reminds me that, “God works out all things for the good of those who love Him.” (Romans 8:28)

I praise God that He is able two girls who were so opposite and make them into lifelong friends.  The part that I love most about this part of my God story is I was blessed to be able to lead my sister/friend back to Christ before she died.

When we were 14/15 years old, if you would have told me that God was going to take one of the bullies in my life and turn her into my best friend, I probably would have told you something like, ‘you’re crazy, she hates me there’s no way, she will ever be like a sister to me.  Then I am reminded of a verse that is on my bedroom wall.  It says, “For with God nothing shall be impossible” (Luke 1:37).  I am so thankful that God can do the impossible!!

As a result of God making the impossible, possible I have had the joy of sharing this sometimes painful, yet victorious part of my story with teens and hopefully at least begin to change their perspective on people who are different..

As proof of the impossible being possible here is a picture of the two of us at her wedding.  My family and I were the only non family members there

 

An example of how what we believe to be impossible, can be possible (Luke 1:37).

An example of how what we believe to be impossible, can be possible (Luke 1:37).

How about you? Has God done something in your life that seemed impossible in your life lately? I would love to hear about it. Feel free to share it with me in the comments…I go through and reply to each comment on my blog.  So if you have anything you’d like to share with me, I hope you will.

I pray that our story blesses you today : )

 

 

7 thoughts on “Sometimes the wrapping is deceiving… Life Interrupted

    • sarahalsop81 says:

      Beckey, The children that are still being bullied, are the reasons why I share this part of my story every chance I get. I have a friend who does an anti-bullying program..We have discussed using my story as part his program. If you know of anyone who needs to hear/read my story, I hope you send him/her my way.

      Have a blessed weekend

      Sarah

  1. Melissa S OBS Group Leader says:

    What a beautiful story! I pray that your testimony reaches many others that feel “different”. We are not made to fit in here anyway!

    God bless you

    • sarahalsop81 says:

      Melissa,

      That is my prayer as well. I am famous for telling people that God made me different on and for a purpose. I am thankful that God has given me the opportunity to share my story with you and my other OBS sisters. I pray that He opens all of our eyes so that we can see and seize the opportunities to share He gives us.

      Have a blessed weekend,

      Sarah

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