Here it is. So, I have already received my paper degree and have officially been awarded my Master of Arts in Professional Counseling. What makes this walk so special is not only the fact that I have yet to walk for a college degree, but because this degree was a journey that was filled with more roller coaster rides then I thought I had tickets to ride. With graduate season ramping up, I wanted to share a little wisdom that took only a few short years to gain.
Now, I know that I am not the only person in this world to handle a little heartache, a little strife throughout life while they attempt to achieve their dreams. See, that’s the beautiful thing. Look around you, there are so many different people who have had knocks and blows and still look at like it’s a gift.
This master’s degree is a true foot for me. Sure, when I got my other degrees, I was basically a single mother as my husband was away for work for months and months at an end. I was raising two amazingly beautiful children and working full time. I was massively impressed with myself for the things that I had gone through thus far, but I was unprepared for what was to come when I naively started my Master’s degree journey.
I had given birth to a beautiful baby girl five months before I chose to start my degree. I had had pre-eclampsia and gestational diabetes, so my body was no where near where it was before getting pregnant with our third child, but nonetheless, I was ready to go back to school. I was determined that a I was going to get the degree, which would allow me to practice counseling with a license in Michigan. All went well for quite a while until I went to get my practicum. At this time, my degree completion planned put the counseling practicum (mini internship) smack dab in the middle of the degree completion plan. I sent out resume after resume, cover letter after cover letter and contacted as many people as I could, but I got NOTHING, Nada, Zip, Zilch and well, you get the point. I was devastated!
Low and behold, God had other plans for me. This was the time that I began setting up paperwork and doctor’s appointments to get my mother checked over as we had a feeling something was not right. On October 11, 2015 myself and or four children were in a traumatic accident that left me not only without a vehicle, but in intense physical and emotional pain. I did not realize until after the fact that God had put off my practicum to provide what was best for me and my family. I was a wreck after the accident and then furthermore, I was a wreck after my mother was diagnosed with Frontal Temporal Degenerative Dementia and moved in with us and our already crowded house. A family of six became a family of seven and we used two vehicles everywhere we went. We smushed our family into rooms like little well-loved sardines. I was a wife, mother of four, student and caregiver to an ailing mother who needed me more than I realized was possible.
Through ups and downs, a mental breakdown and finding the best way to care for my mental and physical health (still a work in progress), I found a practicum the first time I contacted a counseling center. I completed said practicum and internship, making many connections along the way. I began to realize that God really did want me in the counseling field and would carry me along the way. I am not forcing my faith on anyone, but I have to be honest. I am not sure how I would have made it past the last three years without the protection of God and my faith in Him. My heart has felt like it has broken more times than I ever though possible, and I had some pretty heartbreaking experiences before the accident and my mom was diagnosed. I learned that with God, I am a warrior and champion.
I am now in my limited license professional counseling phase of my dream career. I have made connections that I never thought possible. All this doesn’t mean that I don’t turn to God because I do. I am in pain in some severity level every day, and I am trying daily to tame my depression. I need God and I know this. I have sat outside on my steps at night, turned my eyes towards the heavens and in tears asked God for help because I cannot do things alone.
Moral of this story, if it is God’s will, you will not have to move mountains to achieve your dreams. He will move them for you. With God anything’s possible is the title of this post because with God and through His plans, I have been able to make it through. I am a warrior woman because of Him, not because of ANY of my own virtues or strengths. Let me be clear on that one. What you believe is your choice (an awesome God given fact), but for me, I know where my strength has come from.
Turn towards God, please. You may not know right away all the plans He has for you. Sometimes you have to walk down the path you thought was God’s will before you find out that you were meant to turn left instead of right and that’s okay. That is the beauty of life.