Sometimes we have a rough day. Sometimes it’s even worse than that. And then sometimes it feels as though the universe is conspiring against us to create the perfect storm of circumstances for all chaos to break loose.
The honest truth is that recovering from those moments is not easy. And occasionally we may even feel that we do not deserve to pull through. Something in our minds goes click and tells us that we really are not worth the effort it will take to fill our lungs again. Or stand back up. Let alone make any other impact.
Ever feel like that?
These last few years have laid bare that there are a whole lot more of us who feel like that than the world ever realized. All of us who deal with these real and visceral responses to a world that would rather us keep everything contained have finally started to open up. The flood gates have been opened and though many don’t want to see it, all of our eyes are being opened to precisely how beautifully messy and hauntingly in shambles the landscapes of our souls really are.
The funny thing is, God has always known. God has always known and never minded. Been right there in the thick of it with us. Holding us through the worst of it. Hauling us under one shoulder over the craggy bits. Weeping with us when our sighs are so deep that our inner-most beings ache. And sometimes, offering us the lifeline we need to dust ourselves off and start again.
Today I found mine showing up through the most unexpected of messengers, but it was unmistakable.
Who knows, perhaps this is yours.