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My Journey With God, No. 140

Today, I find myself asking myself the same questions I asked five years ago—

Are you pursuing your dream(s)? And, if not, what’s stopping you?

It seems like every time things are picking up and going well, I’m faced with the decision of whether to press pause on my dreams or keep moving forward.

Right now, I feel like I’m experiencing déjà vu. My stepmom isn’t doing well, and her health is rapidly declining before my eyes. It was the same with my biological mom. In fact, when I made the post above five years ago, my stepmom was in the hospital.

Honestly, I’m thinking that I may not have passed past tests before when my parents became ill. Instead of pressing forward, I put everything on pause to take care of them. At one time, it seemed as if they were taking turns becoming ill. I couldn’t catch a break. So, yes, I’m beginning to believe that these are tests, and passing the test(s) means that I keep pushing forward while taking care of them. I must be able to do both to be successful, or I’ll end up like so many who never reached their dreams because they chose to stop and care for loved ones.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, and whenever they need me, I’m here for them. Always! I love my parents. I’m just realizing it’s not an either/or situation—to press pause/stop pursuing my dreams or take care of them—but a balance between both. I can do both!

This time, I will pass the test! I got this because God’s got me.

This is my journey.

I’m blessed.♥️

Shaun

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My Journey With God, No. 139

I’m beginning to think I’m that female family member who takes care of everyone when they’re sick. You know, the older auntie in the family everyone calls on whenever there’s a need for someone to sit with the sick and shut-in. I think I’m that person.

Thinking back, it didn’t recently start with my parents getting older and their health declining. It began ages ago. I’ve always been the person who doesn’t panic under pressure. The person who’s not afraid of blood. The person who makes sure others remain calm while the nurses or doctors perform their job. The person who’s had to deliver bad news to family members. I’ve been the end-of-life person.

I used to ask, “God, why me?”

I’m beginning to come to terms with the fact that this is part of my purpose. I’m a nurturer and caregiver. It’s who I was created to be.

Blessed to be a blessing.♥️

Shaun