I’ve been in a funk recently. For various reasons that all seem to be happening at the same time, I’ve found myself under a cloud. It’s rare for me to feel like this – so navigating my way out has been a bit of a struggle.
I went through a mental list of things causing my malaise. Apart from one specific event that has significantly shaken my self-confidence, it seemed to be just a lot of little things piling up at once. I so hate it when that happens.
As I continued to mull over the smaller irritants, I started to feel a sense of guilt, adding a new layer to my pity party. Why should I feel so down? Many others have so much more serious situations to deal with. I have so much to be thankful for. Be glad for what you have, etc., etc., etc., etc.
It wasn’t until a few days ago, when I completely broke down talked to my friend Chris, that I started to climb out of the fog a bit.
He helped me realize that my pile of stuff may be different from other people’s pile of stuff, but Jesus still cares about all our stuff. (He said it more eloquently, but you get the picture).
We shouldn’t minimize our hurts.
And he prayed with me – which was huge. Because at that point I also realized, other than the exasperated “REALLY?” I yelled up to the sky occasionally, I hadn’t really talked to GOD about any of my stuff.
Since that day, we’ve talked – GOD and me. You’d be surprised what a little honest conversation with your Dad will do.
I’m so thankful for friends who remind me that just because my “stuff” is on a smaller plate than someone else’s, it still matters.
John 16:33 “I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”