Transitions & Transformations
Jessica Sunday
The word that has been coming up in my life recently is "transition." It has even been something that I have been experiencing more than I would like, but it is something that is necessary in the growth of one's life. Each transition you face in life will transform you in some way. A transition will shake you to the core leaving you with an option to tear you down or transform you. As I have been dwelling on this word, I have been thinking of some of the most recent transitions I have faced and ones I am still experiencing now.
One of my first transitions I want to reflect on is my mission's trip to Nicaragua last summer. This "trip" or should I say, "serving opportunity" was over-the-top; it was nothing short than remarkable. I mean, leaving your comfort zone and the pleasures of America to enter a country that is so destitute, impoverished, and totally third world (at least in some places) is quite the transition. The language barrier is another aspect. Unless you know your Spanish, then you basically need a translator, So, praise the Lord we had quite a few because my Spanish is far from perfect now that I have excelled in my Spanish classes in high school and have not used it. Something as simple as the privilege to flush toilet paper in the toilet here in the States is a blessing because in Nicaragua you put it in the trashcan. You eat beans practically at every meal. You spray abundant amounts of DEET bug repellent all over your body in hopes no mosquitoes suck your blood. Then there are some unfortunate people who fall victim to these dreadful bugs - that was me. Week two of the trip I got extremely ill. It was the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced. Although I would not have traded it for anything since I got to share Christ with these Nicaraguans, it would be a lie if I said I took it like a champ, I was smiling, and I did not miss the States. I longed for America, I was probably cranky, moody, and a pain in the butt to the leaders since they now had to care for this sick girl who probably was not "that" sick. I could have let these transitions of this trip overtake me, but I purposed to adjust to my surroundings. The Dengue Fever on the other hand, well... that was hard to adjust to and quite honestly, I do not think I did, but I most certainly do not take health care in the United States for granted anymore. This is when my transition became my transformation.
Transition number two: I used to cringe at the sound of the word transition. It just does not sound good. It does not resonate with me. I mean, it means going from a place of comfort into something that is different - something that is far from normal. This leads me to my next transition - nursing school. Although Dengue Fever was the most painful illness I have experienced, nursing school was probably the most challenging coursework I have ever done. Notice I said "was." I ended up failing out of my second semester of nursing school by two points. Two measly points! Not only was failing out of nursing school a transition in itself, but also learning how to accustom myself to a different way of thinking - a different mindset. The exams were difficult. Try taking an exam where all the answers are correct, but you have to choose the one that is most correct. That is just cruel - plain and simple. Going from high school to nursing school does not prepare you whatsoever. How do you just shift your way of thinking so fast? You do not. This is something that has to be learned - mostly by yourself. Your professors will give you tips, but you are thrown into learning how to critical think yourself. Ultimately, you are what makes or breaks you. Some would say it broke me to have had failed out, but I think that is when my transformation came. I gave it my best. After one does that, there is not much else you can do. Yes, I can go repeat this semester in January, but am I going to? The answer still lingers in my mind. I just do not know. What I do know is that this transition has sparked a transformation. It taught me so much. It really has. The early morning clinicals taught me self-discipline. The patients taught me life lessons. From appreciating where I come from to loving people where they are at in their dire circumstances. They can not give back. It is our job to pour everything we have into them. All the knowledge we have gained, all the labs we have practiced in, and all that compassion we possess, they deserve. Nursing has taught me how to critically think. Most importantly, failing out of nursing school has taught me that nursing does not define who I am.
Have you ever lost someone you loved very much? That was an unnecessary question to ask. We all have. I have not physically lost anyone recently, but my pastor of 20 years has resigned The church I attend is a thriving church. I would not have seen something like this coming in a million years, but God does not work on my timetable. He works on His. So, when He told my pastor to go, my pastor had (and still has) such a genuine relationship with God to say yes to a greater yes. His last service was this past Sunday. It was bittersweet. This transition that soon turned into a transformation that has taught me the importance of worshiping God and not a man. I mean, come on, if there was ever a major church split because of this, who would these people have been serving? God or man? However, I believe our church is healthy, but now is the time Satan wants to tear the walls of this church down. Prayer is essential. Someone at church tonight said something so encouraging. He said something like it is such a blessing knowing congregations all across the world are praying for our church tonight. I found that very uplifting. Another thing I have learned through this is that you do not truly know how much you loved, appreciated, respected, and admired someone until that person is gone. When this first happened, I was heartbroken, but I trusted that God had bigger plans for him. Maybe I was selfish to because I told God basically at least I have another pastor here that I love so I will still be fine. I will still go to my church, but at least I have this other pastor. God, I do not know what I would do if you took him away from me next. Well, last Thursday the second pastor I admire informed the young adults group that he was leaving to further his pastoral education. My heart sank, tears began to flow (they are even coming back now that I am typing this - sorry this is a new transition), I buried my head, and I could not look at him for the longest time lest the flood gates pour out more than they already were. I thought, God, you got to be kidding me. This is beginning yet another transformation process. So, I am still learning what this one will be, but wouldn't you think I would know how to deal with this transition considering my pastor just resigned? Yeah, I thought so to. All I know now is that the Lord is in the process of transformation in my life. I do not know what all that entails, but I know with Him, He makes all things beautiful.
My last transition I would like to discuss is my newfound fitness and nutrition journey. I started this journey 18 days ago. I took on the challenge to do the 21 Day Fix, Shakeology, and the workouts that come with it. My current coach has messaged me many times to join her group to try this program, but countless times I refused leaving her with the excuses such as: "I am in nursing school." "I do not have time." "I can not afford it." The list goes on, but pretty soon, I ran out of excuses. The only thing I had left to do was decide. To my favor, I decided on doing something for myself to get my nutrition and fitness in check. I was the only one standing in my way. This is one of the best investments I have made. This transition is definitely the means to my progressive transformation. This new way of eating, exercising, portioning, and strengthening has taught me so much. It has taught me self-discipline in saying no to certain foods and yes to others and to always get my workouts in. There are no excuses. If you do not do something you are supposed to the only person you are cheating is yourself. It has taught me that life happens and how important it is to adjust to the circumstances that befall me. It has shown me what true confidence feels like. Yeah, you will feel great and develop confidence about your body, but that confidence carries far beyond self-confidence. You crave to see that confidence in others. You want to inspire others to take charge of their health. You want to show people that they are capable, worthy, loved, cherished, and beautiful - that they can obtain their greatest aspirations. Decide to use your transitions to transform other peoples lives beyond your own.
The point is, you may not be able to handle all the transitions that occur in your life, but you can control your response toward them. Will you be shaken by them or successful in them? These transitions we dread so much are here for a reason. These are meant to transform us into stronger, disciplined, brilliant, patient, loving, positive, uplifting, and appreciative people. So, do not be defined by your transition but rather transformed by it.
"This is when my transition became my transformation."