When I got asked to write again for 10:31, I got to choose my own title for my article. There was only one name that was suitable, “Story of my Life”. For those who read my stories from last year…I am a dork, but proud of it. So many weird and embarrassing things happen to me that after most of them I think to myself, “story of my life”. Most of my stories are funny; but every once in a while God lets some pretty cool things happen to me. So I thought I would start out with one of those cool ones.
Senior year of High School was coming to a close when my family had to come together like nothing else. So many things happened in a month period that all my family had to lean on was each other. When I was younger I wore a cross around my neck every day, to remind myself who I was living for. I lost that cross years back but after all that happened, I wanted another one. I wanted one because I remembered feeling that cross gently hitting my chest and being reminded who was in control in every situation. After all that happened…I needed a constant reminder. I went to a jewelry store and saw the perfect one, not too big with a dove in the middle of the cross. The all silver cross shined right through the display case. I knew that was the one I wanted until I looked at the price tag. No way I could afford that right now. As I was still staring at the cross through the display case, I get a phone call telling me I needed to get to the hospital to see my grandmother. So I met my cousins at my house switched cars and went to the hospital. We park in the first parking spot we could find in the crowded parking lot. I get out of the car and looked down…and I stop…my jaw dropped. The little silver cross, with a dove in the middle on a silver chain was lying on the parking lot floor. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, but nothing came out. Christ wasn’t gently hitting my chest…He was shaking me… yelling at me, “I am in control.”