Experience Reflection Essay

Reflection of an experience

Experiences will produce wisdom and exercise obedience. As we journey through them, we get a chance to grow in areas we may be weak. I try to learn as much as I can from each experience by reflecting on the changes they brought into my life. One event that sorely stands out for me is difficult for me to discuss, but I feel it is appropriate for this assignment. During this time in my life the Lord showed me who He was and what He wanted from me. It was a difficult time and I was certain I would never be the same again. I learned that I must always be prepared for what lies ahead and to always submit to Him.

This experience has showed me I must not fear the direction He sets before me, but that I must follow

His calling.

The last few months I had been out of sorts, partly because I was pregnant, the other half I was battling with disobedience. I knew the Lord had been dealing with my heart, but I didn’t want to heed to the call. I fought God all the way, determined I would win. During the service the Lord asked me,” Would you still serve me if I took your child?”. The question was terrifying and remember I sat there with a large bump in my throat unable to swallow or breathe. I wondered how God could ask me such a question. But I shook it off and tried to forget the moment. But I couldn’t, I knew the Lord was dealing with my heart in the matter of becoming a teacher. The question haunted me for weeks. In the back of my mind I knew that if didn’t answer His Calling He would eventually punish me, but I was stubborn. A few days later I had an appointment with my doctor and she performed the usual routine. After she finished drawing my blood, she concluded that she would call me after she received the results back from the lab. Two days later the phone rang. My doctor stated that I needed to come down to clinic because results came

When we finally came to that conclusion, suddenly the Lord intervened. A few days later the clinic called and said there had been an error. Relief …that was all I felt. We thought the trial was over. Not even close. The day had finally arrived for the birth of our son, September

25,2008. I never had the chance to hold him or see him. The doctors had immediately sent him to the nearest children’s hospital thirty-five miles from where I was. He had been born with malrotation. They told us he had a ten percent chance of survival. I lost it! I couldn’t believe God was allowing this to happen. I couldn’t think straight; I was overcome with such sorrow. That night as I laid there sobbing in the solitude of my room, I remember pleading with God telling Him that I was now ready to give up the fight. I was fighting so long and so hard that I had missed all of the Lords warnings. That night in the hospital I surrendered my life to teach. I didn’t want to, but I promised Him I would. Moments later the surgeon called me from the children’s hospital. She informed me that she had found the problem,

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