I am hesitant to ask for prayer mainly because my problems seem relatively minor compared to most. However, I am extremely stressed and overwhelmed. Things at work have changed supposedly for the better, and yet things are different. (And even though, in this case, different and better are good; they are still stressful.) The place where I live is being placed on the market to be sold. Searching for another place is difficult at best (especially considering my very limited income). The wonderful people who are a part of my local church and small group are so loving and kind, and yet I still so very often feel alone. Considering the lilies of the field and the birds of the air (and how God provides for them) is great until my feet have to hit the pavement. Trusting the Lord, completely, has been and continues to be one of the most difficult things. I am not even sure what to ask you to pray for, but thank you to whomever does pray.
This song by Laura Story featuring Mac Powell from Third Day is one of many that comes to mind:
So, my ex is married to “Ms. Positive of the Universe,” and I find myself wallowing in self-pity. Obviously, something is not right. Even to admit this publicly could bring shame upon myself. However, I need to get over it. (I’m sure “Ms. Positive” would agree with me. Oh wait… I should label her properly. It’s not “Ms.” but “Mrs.” Only those of us who are divorced and not remarried have the honour and privilege of the “Ms.” title. 🙂 )
Do I have a point to this? Probably not… except to say that I’m attempting to let off some steam. I struggle with seeing how she claims to be the number one fan of her daughters and includes my two daughters in the (literal) picture (along with her three daughters). I know I need to probably ‘address’ this issue with her, but I really do not know how to breach the subject. Will I be banned from WordPress for writing about it here? I highly doubt it. Will she ever see this? Probably not… unless someone who knows her (and me) points it out to her. Will I be upset if she sees it? Probably. Will she be? I don’t know. It’s possible. But, will we all get over it? Will it one day “pass,” like many people keep telling me, “This too shall pass”? I sure hope so! Maybe by me writing about it I’ll somehow feel better. I don’t know.
The longer I live, I’m finding that there are many things that I do not know. And, there are many things for which I have no answers. To simply say that Jesus is THE answer sounds great! I’ve been waiting a long time (and reading a lot of Scripture and excerpts from books written by dead theologians) to try and figure out how that applies to real life.
Frustrated with myself for…
thinking I can write as good as the best writer
thinking that I’m really not that good
thinking … period
wishing that life could be different
realizing that it can be different, if I make a change
not knowing how to make a change or even where to start
knowing how to make a change and how to start but being scared to death of it
knowing that God is with me and for me and that I can trust Him, but realizing that I must not be fully trusting Him because of how burdened down I seem
thinking so much that I don’t eat when I need to
being concerned that people who read this will think I’m a terrible writer
being concerned that people who read this will think I actually have something to say
being concerned what others think about me (After all, what difference does it make?)
Frustrated with and yet thankful for those who read my “Real Like the Velveteen Rabbit?” post from yesterday because…
one person commented on the actual post
a couple of people replied via email saying that I don’t need to ask people what to write about (duh, I know that!)
several people replied via text saying…
I follow your blog now; I subscribed
I never knew you wanted to be a writer?!
I knew you had a hidden talent somewhere
I want to go read that again sometime
I wish you the best in your endeavor
I love your picture!
I wasn’t seeking approval! Or, was I? (sigh) <— Add this to my "frustrated with myself" list (above).
So many clichés about life are true and yet I wish they weren't. I wish there was a way to 'break the cycle' in a sense. I don't want to be like the next person. I don't want to be famous. I'm tired of taking baby steps like Bob. I just wish I could express myself and have someone validate me. And yet, when validation is received, then what? What do I do with that? Where do I go from there? What’s really the point of any of this?
I digress. My post from earlier this week didn’t make much sense. But, that’s okay. I realize that I never really explained why I felt like I wanted to argue with Beth Moore. And, after re-reading her devotion for October 24, I realize that I’m not even sure about what it was that I thought I wanted to argue. So, I start telling myself how silly and useless I am… when deep down, I know that I’m not useless. (Perhaps I am silly but not useless.)
My ongoing depression seems to keep me in a near constant state of second guessing myself. That’s just the thing that the devil wants me to be doing… focusing on myself and not on Jesus and not on honorable, right, and lovely things (Philippians 4:8). Thing is, I tend to take all that I’ve ever read (specifically from the Bible) and ‘latched onto’ as things I need to do all at the same time. When very often, God would have me simply rest in Him (Matthew 11:28-30).
When and how do we know to move from the time of rest to the time of action? Paul’s writings seem full of action… especially in Philippians where we’re told to rejoice in the Lord always, pray about everything, do all things through Christ, press on to the goal, look out for the interests of others, don’t grumble or dispute, and on and on. And yet, in some ways, he sums it all up in the first chapter when he says, “For me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.” (See Philippians 1:21.) It would seem that the “how” of moving from rest to action is to continually focus on Christ. And, to continually focus on Christ would indicate that it must be done every moment of every day.
Some would say that it’s impossible to do anything every moment of every day, and yet we breathe every moment of every day. Is breathing something with which we struggle? (Those with a lower lung capacity or some other type of respiratory problem do, but I’m talking about the average person.) No, of course not. However, we seem to struggle with breathing Jesus in and out. (I’m ‘preaching’ to myself… as much as anyone else.) “Consider the lilies” comes to mind. (See Matthew 6:28-29 and Luke 12:27.) If only we would trust. As Oswald Chambers said in My Utmost For His Highest for October 27, the “secret of joy is that you have the right relationship with [Jesus].”
Perhaps ‘resting’ and ‘acting’, as I’ve coined them, can be simultaneous as we press on to the goal. (See Philippians 3:13-14.)