I received a visit from a young lady one day in my office. In effort to help her with a computer issue that she was having with school work, I allowed her to sit down at my desk so that I could see the actual problem that she was experiencing with her online class. Once we realized the problem and got that squared away, she began to basically pour out her life to me. She began to tell me many things about herself, including how she met and married a guy in the time frame of three weeks.
She told me how she was first introduced to this guy online and they met in the local area. At the time of them meeting, she had a $500 electricity bill that he was willing to pay for her. In addition to that, he purchased her a car the following week. Because of which, she was completely “head over heels” with this guy, because no one else had ever done anything like that for her before. She proceeded to portray sadness of them no longer being together because he became very controlling and jealous of her even when it came to her children. Not to mention all of the other crazy things that he had done to her, including now being involved with one of her friends. She continued to tell me how she that put up with him even though there was times when she would wake up in the wee hours of the morning to catch him on the phone with “T-mobile”, to get an extension on their bill. Two days later their cell phones were turned off.
In the midst of having this “out of the blue” conversation with this young lady, my heart began to weep for her. She was a classic example of what it means to be LOST. But as odd as it seems, I could relate. As she continued to talk, I began to think about my years of being LOST. I remember days of being so insecure, that I needed a man to validate me. I remember the times when finding a man was the only thing I was concerned with. Everything I did, from the way I dressed to where I hung out had to do with a man. I mean the STRUGGLE was real…………
Before this individual left my office, I began to pour into her. I felt that it was my duty to help this young lady and to ensure that she left my office with a little more knowledge, faith and self-respect than she came in with. I helped her see that she needs to first focus on herself and her children and a man will come. Let the man find her! I also encouraged her that if having a man was that important to her, then she should pray and ask God to send her a good man for her and her children. She says that she did and he keeps sending her these types of men. My response was, “really?”, “you think that’s God?” “that ain’t God, that’s you?” “God is giving you grace when you get yourself into these situations and the help to get out.”
My prayer is for young women across the world whom are LOST like this young lady, to know God and to know that when it becomes to them being mistreated, belittled and disrespected by a man or anyone, that ain’t God! Even though they have prayed and asked God to send them someone, doesn’t mean that the next guy that whistles at them in the parking lot is sent by Him. I pray that we know that God wants us to be happy and whole and wants the absolute best for us. He wants us to have fulfilled, blessed, and prosperous lives. It’s only by His grace that we are able to get out of the messy situations that we put ourselves in. I encourage women all over, to find themselves through God, then allows a man to find them…
