I grew up in a Christian home, and accepted Jesus into my heart when I was five, and that’s where my story begins. Well, technically where it begins, but not where this story starts.
This story starts almost 9 years ago when I moved away from the only home I had ever known; I was 9 at the time. I started at a new school, and made a few new friends. Pretty quickly I settled into what had become my new normal. A couple years passed and I grew apart from those friends. Again, I adjusted to the new normal of being alone at school, but that was ok. I had lots of friends at church to hang out with.
Eventually some girls who felt bad that I was always alone started to talk to me, and we all quickly became really great friends. Fast forward a couple years, and we’re now into the middle of high school. A couple weeks into the year our friendship took a turn for the worse. Years of little bits of tension finally all came together and caused an explosion so to speak. Long story short, the friendship ended, and definitely did not end well.
What went from an ended friendship quickly turned into hardcore bullying, and when I say hardcore, I mean hardcore. It was a rough time for this little highschooler. Let me tell you a secret: I have a pretty weird and twisted view on tough times and relying on God. People often talk about how it’s easy to rely on God when times are good, because things are going our way. Well, here’s where the twistedness comes in: I think the opposite is actually truer for me.
I honestly think my faith thrives during the tough times, because quite often my only option is to rely on God. So all throughout the bullying, and the loneliness, yes there was pain, but it was also a beautiful time of growing closer to God. Honestly in those long weeks, I truly did thrive. My faith grew in ways I could have never imaged, but also my self-confidence. It really hit me that not everyone would like me, and that was ok.
Many people have told me that they figured if I could go back to that time I wouldn’t walk through that season again. To be honest I would. Looking back it was never a healthy friendship, and the ending could have been dealt with better, but I would still do it again. I learned so much about myself, and grew so much closer to God, it was an invaluable time. There I go again with that twisted mindset again of thriving through the tough times!
Response by Kyle Unger
This week's PigTale was short and sweet, just like my friend Rebekah who wrote it! Despite the length, it actually got me reflecting quite a bit. Though I personally have been through some fairly trivial "hard times," I've still experienced some level of pain in my life. After reading Rebekah's story, I've come to realize some of the ways in which the tougher times I've experienced have shaped me into the person I am now. This reminds me of Romans 8:28 (cliché, I know):
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good. for those who are called according to his purpose.
Even though negative things happen in our lives, God is able to draw us closer to him. Relying on him is crucial, and when we're forced to do that, I believe our relationships with him grow way more than normal. I actually very much appreciate that. Our God is a God who draws us in to his love, regardless of the circumstance, even when it's tough.