Egypt

I haven’t written in this blog since I was a senior in high school. I don’t know what possessed me to write in it again. The only explanation that I can give is that I am currently at a cross roads. My life has taken quite the turn since I was a senior. For instance in the last year alone I have been homeless twice. I know that very few people actually care what I have to say, and I’m alright with that. I just need to have somewhere to air my thoughts, or I may possibly lose my mind.

                The title of this post may be a little confusing. “Why Egypt? Is that where she was homeless?” No, children of the internet, it was not. About a month ago I was kicked out of the house I was living in. I was living in Mesa, Arizona. Once I realized I had no place to go that kept me in the city I knew that I had to return to my home town.  This thought made me nauseous. All night, while I waited for my parents to come get me, I cried. I did the only thing that made sense. I had to get spiritual healing. I called my best friend Jasmine. She reminded me of the story of Moses.

                The story of Moses tells us that a young man was adopted into the royal family. He was a prince. That is until he realized he was actually a Hebrew slave. He ran from Egypt trying to find solace in the desert. Eventually, he found a community that accepted him. He worked for years to work past the issues of his past, and he became a wonderful leader. He thought he was complete. However, God had other plans, as He usually does. He sent Moses back to Egypt…back to his adversity.

                I related to this story more than I thought I would. Jasmine reminded me that we all have pasts and hardships. She also reminded me that because of those difficulties we had grown. She told me to think of myself as She-Moses. Holbrook was my Egypt. I had fought so hard to leave this town. Then just when I thought my adult life was becoming manageable God was like, “No, child. You have much to learn. Back to Egypt with ya.” At first I was angry. I didn’t want to go back. Of course there was a lesson to be learned from it.

                My family desperately needed my help, so coming back had a purpose. I was mean to pick up the slack. The lesson for the rest of you interweb adventurers is perseverance.  There are thousands out there that have suffered some sort of adversity. You get past it, or you suppress it. Whichever. I don’t judge.  But the point is that there was some issue that needed getting past. Yet at some point in your life this issue is gonna resurface sometimes with a vengeance. You need to see past the pain or blind anger and remember that you’ve faced this before in some form.  Work through it. Then when you look back at the epic pile of suck you’ll realize that it wasn’t all bad. There was a purpose. Keep on keeping on.