Dinner tonight- salsa & margaritas- usually out for a girl’s night on Thursday’s, was made at home and ate with Ben and the boys to save money. See- even broke I have a sense of humor. (the humor being the smiley face…)
It’s been a week now.
Last week has sucked not been the best one. It’s been like a weird, pseudo vacation or long weekend. I keep expecting Ben to leave and go to work and he’s. still. here. It’s not all bad- just… weird. We’ve had a little sicknesses, a house guest, and I’m having trouble getting out of bed.
I need a xanax.
Maybe someday I’ll regret posting things that were exactly what I was thinking at the time. I doubt it mostly- simply because one of my biggest pet peeves within the Christian community is the fact that a TESTIMONY is good. How God got you through something, how you were redeemed or saved. How whatever it is that you were struggling with is a thing of the past.
What about right now? What if I’m not doing good right now- if I’m struggling, praying blessings into my life but at the same time feeling scared and doubting? I keep hearing this song by Laura Story “What if your blessings come through raindrops, what if your healing comes through tears?” and I am thinking “NO MORE FREAKING RAIN PLEASE!”
I am broken, but also just another person struggling with fear, anxiety and some anger. I wonder if I should take anti-depressants for a month or so and also wonder if that means I’m not trusting in God. My heart pounding in the nights, I pray myself through.
Don’t misunderstand me, my life is rich and full- I’m not lamenting life right now, just the details and the getting back to good.
and I wonder…
What do people do in their lives that don’t have the constant drama that mine seems too? Aren’t they bored? What does having healthy, “normal” kids feel like? What does it feel like to have a good, steady job? I’m not trying to complain- just really wonder how different life would be. During the relatively calm lull in my life we bought a fixer upper while I was 6-months-pregnant and spent 12-hours-a-day for weeks getting it ready to move into. That was my vacation from the drama. Ha ha!
I’m just trying to explain that even with God, even trusting and feeling inexplicably peaceful most of the time, there are moments where I’m a panicked, blubbering mess. I want to stay in bed, not eat anything and then I eat way too much. I’m MOSTLY trusting God. Most of the time. Does that count for anyone?
and the thing is I could write a positive post right now. I could write about how I’m overcoming life’s hardships with God’s help, all the great things I’m doing and about my new blender that I love because that is happening right alongside the bad.
The reason I’m saying anything is for the people who are ashamed to tell anyone that they struggle or doubt until they get through it. Come as you are. Share the journey, it’s just as important.