Why do certain ones suffer more than other people do? That is the question she wanted answered. The path of life is not just a journey but also an assigned one she discovered as she witness the journey of the lives of others.
No longer a peripheral bystander she will embark on her own private journey. On this journey, she deals with personal issues that have been handicapping her life. On her path, she encounters hurt and rejection. Hurt can cause a person to do things that they normally would not do. On the heel of self-discovery, she finds that she is not alone and that she was a certain one. Chosen for purpose.
Thoughts from the Author
Have you ever had something inside you begging for release? My book The Certain Ones was one of those things inside of me that needed releasing for purpose. Catamenial Pnuemothorax, infertility, and rejection could no longer remain silent inside of me. With my coming forth and shedding light to those aforementioned issues, has helped many women young and old alike. (Thank you ladies for your emails J) Though painful for me at the time, I now understand and even appreciate the physical and emotional hardships I endured.
My purpose has come full circle, I accepted that I was not forsaken. My chosen purpose is to be of help to women suffering from ailments, due to infertility. Through the process of time and Gods grace, I now fully embrace my change in assignment.
It had taken me awhile to see past the hurt, but I have and now I am pleased with the woman God has chosen me to be. Let the Hannah’s of the world rise up! We are not forsaken. We are chosen for purpose. Go, purposed women!
Vanessa is a resident of North Carolina. She enjoys reading, writing, acting, and meeting new and interesting people. She is a active member at her church. Vanessa is currently at work on her second book.
Please visit Vanessa's Website at www.AuthorVanessaRichardson.com
~~The Calling~~
She was dressed in pristine, white garb. Its' radiance was amazing to her. For never had she seen such brilliance. Pondering this thought, she became aware that she had not consciously chosen her attire. Why was she adorned so? She began to mentally analyze the biblical significance of white. She would never have chosen that color for herself. Ever!
Recalling her many faults, her angst grew stronger. Obscurity was her place of comfort. As a child, she had always wanted to own a pet. Not typical pets like a cat, dog, or gold fish, such as other young people her age craved. No, she was exotic in her choice of pets. She wanted a chameleon. The chameleon is a master of disguise and change colors to blend in with its environment. She became enthralled with the chameleon from a book she read once, and became intrigued with the amphibian, since then.
White? She could never blend in. It was too difficult a task to achieve. There would be no hiding. Who had chosen this transparent color for her? She did not want it! Realizing she was getting nowhere with her ruminations, she resigned herself to the fact, that she would have to wear, the chosen selection. She forced herself to walk.
It was then she felt a powerful pulling. The pull was too powerful to be ignored. She felt the compelling command to walk forward. It was not a matter of if she wanted to walk. No, she had to walk. It was a calling. She was being called. Upon walking, she became enlightened, that she was in what appeared to be a tunnel. Bewilderingly, as confining as the tunnel was, she was not afraid.
For years, she suffered from claustrophobia, small places absolutely, horrified her. However, in this new moment, she was not afraid, in this confined place. The tunnel stretched onward. Inhaling, she continued her sojourn. The walk was the loneliest, she had ever taken. She did not want to do this, she inwardly denied for the hundredth time!
If you had asked her choice in the matter, she would have chosen differently. Her favorite color is brown. She would have worn brown. If you had asked her, she would be serenely sipping, her favorite beverage of Raspberry lemonade. Easy living was her place of comfort. She, however, was not asked, that was not to be her reality. The reality was she had been called. She had no choice; but to obey the summons. It was then that she felt a presence.
Warmth began to coarse through her. The feeling was overwhelming, making her want to cry and laugh at the same time. Why was she being called? He had to know that narrow places frightened her. He had to know that brown, not white was her choice of color. He had to know all of this!
Walking the narrowed path for what felt like hours, an ending was finally in sight. She paused in front of a door. It was a burnished gold in color, it was beatific to look upon. She could see her reflection in it. She hesitated. Logic dictated for her to turn the door's handle.
Yet, somehow she sensed, that logic had no place here, faith was the key. Sensing, too, that what was about to take place far exceeded anything of the normal capacity; she turned the door's handle, vowing to deal with whatever was behind the door. And she would deal with it she avowed to herself. She felt strongly there would be no going back for her.
The bright light pierced her eyes, causing them to water. Moments passed, as her eyes acclimated to the brilliance of the light. She noticed there were six people standing in a line. Taking position at the end of the line she aware that she was the seventh person. The line's formation was now completed. The inward revelation caused her to shiver.
No one, on the line, acknowledged her presence. Their mien was one of determination. They were focused on what was ahead them. She felt the warming presence again. The warmth. The love. The encouragement. She was not alone. Expelling a shaky breath, she now felt ready.
She heard a faint, yet powerful voice state "Many are called but few are chosen. And you a have been chosen." Fear paralyzed her. These certain ones where chosen and she was one of them! What occurred next was all a blur to her. All she remembered thinking. I did not volunteer to be amongst these certain ones.