The year 2012 was arguably the most transformational year of my life. At the beginning of the year, I was living in North Augusta, SC. I was enjoying life as a political radio show co-host and producer and local TV show co-host.
I was a very popular figure within my community. I had connections with local politicians, businessmen, educators and even ministers.
When I wasn’t in the comfortable abode of a radio/TV station, I was the center of attention at the party scenes. I was admitted into bars and clubs for free, and I mesmerized many individuals with smooth dance moves and a charming pick-up line or two. I even bragged to my closest friend’s that “the party didn’t start until I hit the dance floor.”
Spiritually, I was dry and lost. I had substituted a walk with God for popularity and a secular lifestyle.
I thought I was having the time of my life until one of my party friends got killed in an hit-and-run accident. I hear an audible voice from God telling me that if I remained where I was that I was going to die. I was unaware if this was going to be a spiritual or physical death, but I just knew that I felt like I was beginning to succumb to fear and anxiety.
I called my parents who were residing in Virginia in February to inform them that I was going to move to their location at the end of March.
During my final month in North Augusta, I began the uncomfortable and painful task of bidding adieu to my co-workers, church family and some of my closest friends. There were quite a few of them who didn’t understand the nature of my decision to move and pondered the thought of my possible return.
I tried my best to explain to them that my exodus was to begin a new journey and that I was simply unaware of what the future would bring.
I moved to Virginia the last week of March with a definite fear of the unknown. How would I adapt to my new environment? How will it be living with my parents again? How long would it take for me to rehabilitate spiritually? Will I find employment? Will I be able to trust anyone here?
I immediately began to feel a positive impact when the church my parents attended in Virginia quickly embraced me without holding judgment. Through the weekly small group meetings and Sunday services, I found myself spiritually maturing quicker than I had originally thought.
I could’ve easily entrenched myself in self-pity, condemnation and guilt. Instead, I challenged and encouraged myself to accept God’s forgiveness for past sins and to move forward and fulfill the purpose God has given me.
My newfound faithfulness to God’s kingdom quickly paid off. I found a job within a reasonable time span and me and a good friend from St. Louis launched a successful online radio show at the end of May.
As I write this final blog post for 2012, I can sit here and reflect on God’s mercy and grace. I’m highly confident that 2013 will be a year of transition. I’m expecting my faith to be accelerated. I feel there will be a transition from being a spiritual nomad to being a vessel used by God to perform miracles, signs and wonders. I’m expecting the transition from experiencing the fear of the unknown to fully taking hold of the challenges put before me knowing that God will never abandon me and will help me accomplish every task given to me.
I’m acutely aware that challenges and circumstances will arise in 2013. That’s a given. With the transitioning to a mindset of spiritual authority and dominion, these obstacles will not be a distraction, but a mere stepping stone to the next level of faith.
I’m enthused about what God has in store in 2013. It’ll be a monumental year. One transition has already been made: Instead of hoping for positive results, I’m already claiming that there WILL BE a surge of positivity to come my way.
Be blessed in 2013.