When we set our personal moral compass, we need to know deep down inside of ourselves who we are. There are many influences that mold how we set our moral compass. So far I have touched on the heart and mind. Today I would like us to look at events in our life that sway the true north setting . I propose a question for you to think about while reading this post. What has influenced the setting of your moral compass?
Sometimes we set our moral compass because of something that has happened in our life. My moral compass has changed positions a few times over the course of my life due to events in my life. One event in particular was an ectopic pregnancy. At this point in my life, I was nowhere near having a relationship with God. I had walked away for a while. The only desire in my heart at the time was to have a child of my own. My husband and I had come to an agreement. We could try to conceive if the following was met. The following was met and we started trying. One day at the doctor’s office the announcement was made. “You are Pregnant.” We shared the news with a few family members that day. Only to remake those calls a while later to let them know the disappointing news of it being a tubal pregnancy. My heart was broken, my heart was torn and before I realized it my heart became full of anger. I was angry at God for taking away His gift. I was angry at my husband for a number of things but mostly that he got what he wanted out of the agreement. I was angry at my boss, because he put me in charge of the baby aisle so soon after. I was angry at myself. In order to save the tube, we decided to do an experimental procedure where the pregnancy would absorb itself into my system instead of going the d&c route. What I didn’t understand at the time was that I would go through the effects (minus the growing belly) of 9 months of pregnancy along with back labor in a matter of a few weeks among other not to great side effects. This process made the grief long and silent. I felt as though I was all alone in this grief, everyone else had already moved on. Eventually I got real good at pretending with myself that the pain was gone, but it was just hiding deep inside. Leaving an empty spot in my heart. A few years later, the announcement came again. Only this time was different. This pregnancy went full term despite the fact of a difficult pregnancy, a traumatic and near death birthing experience, disappointing breastfeeding experience and the help of modern medicine. God covered me and my son in His loving mercy. He allowed my son to be safe while in the womb. He allowed my water to break before labor started, to save the life of my yet born son and to save my life yet once again. God’s precious gift to me was a son, not just any son. A son that God used to bring me back to Him. God tugged at my heart stings and I rededicated my life back to Him. My personal moral compass was set back to its true north setting.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28 NIV
God used all the circumstances in my life and a few years later He directed my path to complete healing of my heart from the tubal He allowed me to experience.
Share if you will, What has influenced the setting of your moral compass?
In His Love, Crisi
What influenced my moral compass was my divorce. I decided to stop being who everyone else wanted me to be. It was a slow process that I am still working on. If God is pleased with me, then no other opinion matters.
I understand the trying to be who everyone wants you to be and your right it is a slow process. For me, coming to really realize who I am in Christ over the past few years has made me realize the same thing. It only matters to God. Thank you so much for commenting.
Three big life events changed my moral compass in big ways. In 2005 I was laid off from my job after working lots of overtime and sacrificing my family to getting ahead in my career. My divorce in 2007 also changed me in a profound way. I saw things differently as I went from being married to a single parent, left with no choice but to become independent (and less judgemental of those who couldn’t make their marriages work). Two years later my mum died of pancreatic cancer and my moral compass was changed again as I asked God why bad things happened to good people while watching my mum wither away before my eyes. Those years were hard but they molded me into the person I am today and strengthened my relationship with God so much so that I wouldn’t change the lessons He has taught me. Thanks for sharing this great post, and may you be blessed abundantly as you continue on your life’s journey with God at your side.
Thank you for taking the time and courage to share these events. God bless you.
Wow Crisi! I didn’t know this part of your story. I have not experienced a miscarriage myself, but I have close friends who have, and it is clear that it is a truly devastating experience. A child does not have to be born to be loved and missed forever. Thank you for sharing your story as an encouragement to others.
Thank you. I absolutely agree with you, a child does not have to be born to be loved or missed forever. For some reason I always thought that my baby was a girl and during the healing process I named her Courtney Ann. One day we will be reunited and until then she is not only with Jesus but she’s with my great grandma and my mom.