What does it mean to be alive? Is being alive the same as living? If you have breath in your lungs, why? God created you for greatness. Are you living up to God’s intent for you?
Isaiah 49:15-16, “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion for the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.”
Trouble in a Broken World
Troubles come, sometimes in waves. They are a product of a broken world. Sometimes that trouble is self-inflicted; other times it comes out of nowhere. But trouble does not define us; it refines us. It is one of the tools God uses to make us stronger and more relatable. We cannot speak into others’ lives with wisdom we have not earned. Unfortunately, most wisdom is born of suffering. It is regrettable how little we learn in prosperity.
Galatians 1:15, “But when it pleased God, who separated me from my mother’s womb and called me through His grace.”
Fearfully and Wonderfully Made
Given all I have been through in my life, including the unimaginable, which I not only survived but also thrived after, I still find my existence a miracle. There are 100 sextillion stars and planets in our known universe, and over eight billion people on this single spinning orb. And I am me, unique, perfect for my purpose, seeing, feeling, thinking, walking, and talking. I am the impossible. Trillions of cells in my body are continually renewed throughout my life, yet somehow I remain me. The new me retains all the attributes of the old me. I keep living. There is a reason for all of this.
Psalm 139:13-14, “For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well.”
The Weight of Uniqueness
One of the great lessons from the parable of the talents is the statement “to each according to his ability.” Our lives were not meant to mirror one another. We were always designed to be unique, and with that uniqueness come unique challenges. We tend to treat our challenges as greater than others’ because they are the only ones we have ever known, having lived only within this single life. They are the only challenges we have felt.
Purpose in the Midst of Pain
If every life is unique and purposeful, how do we recognize whether we are truly living according to that purpose? It is a prayerful question, not why this is happening to me, but God, what do you want me to do with what lies before me?
God promises us that we will never experience anything that is not already known to man.
1 Corinthians 10:13, “No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man.”
But they are unique to us. Because we are unique, trouble and temptation affect us in distinct ways. Our experience can be “like” someone else’s, but never the same. We should not view others’ lives as an enviable path, because we don’t know the totality of their existence. We have not lived their life.
The path forward still exists. If you have breath in your lungs, you have purpose. God woke you up this morning because He has something for you to accomplish. You are standing because God wants you here and now. As dark as your life may seem at times, it is a light for someone else down the road.
Your Overcoming Is Someone Else’s Hope
“Believe that, when you are most unhappy, there is something for you to do in the world. So long as you can ease another’s pain, life is not in vain.” ~ Helen Keller
It is not the challenge that gives hope; it is what you do with it that can lead someone to a better life. You are important to the person who is waiting for you in your future, just as someone is going through something that will echo in your life.
Your greatest testimony is not memorized scripture, but a life that reflects the love of Christ.
Someone else’s survival may one day depend on what you choose to do with your suffering.
Romans 12:13, “Share with the Lord’s people who are in need.”
Love, Loss, and What Remains. Sometimes, for reasons I don’t always understand, life doesn’t just disappoint—it crashes. Not the hardship we expect or prepare for, but the kind that divides everything into before and after. A moment arrives—a phone call, a diagnosis, a goodbye you didn’t know was final—and life as you knew it vanishes.
God does not waste pain, or why do good people suffer? This isn’t a question born out of curiosity. It’s asked from hospital rooms, gravesides, broken homes, and silent prayers that seem unanswered. It’s not philosophical; it’s personal.