“In Joppa there was a disciple named Tabitha (in Greek her name is Dorcas); she was always doing good and helping the poor. About that time she became sick and died, and her body was washed and placed in an upstairs room. Lydda was near Joppa; so when the disciples heard that Peter was in Lydda, they sent two men to him and urged him, “Please come at once!” Peter went with them, and when he arrived he was taken upstairs to the room. All the widows stood around him, crying and showing him the robes and other clothing that Dorcas had made while she was still with them. Peter sent them all out of the room; then he got down on his knees and prayed. Turning toward the dead woman, he said, “Tabitha, get up.” She opened her eyes, and seeing Peter she sat up. He took her by the hand and helped her to her feet. Then he called for the believers, especially the widows, and presented her to them alive. This became known all over Joppa, and many people believed in the Lord.”
Acts 9:36-42 NIV
Now that you've met Dorcas, meet Dorcas
From a rural town in southwest Alabama, I wasn’t raised in a ”traditional“ household. I didn’t reside with either my mom or my dad so from as far back as I can remember I envied those that did. My entire life I tried to be perfect because I felt as though I had to prove my worth and I didn’t have my parents there to instill in me that my worth is not defined by the actions of other people. For the most part I had a pretty good childhood but I always felt incomplete and I was too young to understand why. I felt the need to prove to people that I was worthy enough for them to have me in their lives which I later learned why...and when I say later I mean not until my 30s. Yep it took that long but now I know it had to take that long. The years of hurt, pain, fear, insecurity, emptiness, and self harm laid the foundation for my destiny.
Just as the biblical Dorcas, I‘ve spent my entire life giving my all to everyone. I would give my last to make someone else happy. To be honest, I was afraid not to give my all and as a result of all the giving I became an empty shell of existence. Even though, I did not die a physical death like Dorcas, I died spiritually. Those that were closest to me mourned my death but even in mourning they had hope that my spirit would resurrect. They interceded on my behalf which resulted in a spiritual awakening. As a result, I discovered my purpose. A purpose that will ultimately lead others to Christ as well as begin the process of healing and restoration.
Strap in, open your heart, and allow God to reveal His purpose for you by way healing!!!
Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself.