Ok, I just decided that it is time that I go back and read what I have written. In one breath I can talk about showers of blessings, get frustrated about baby showers and turn around and talk about coping with my misery. Man, it overwhelms me to read what I have written.
If I had just gone back and read what I had written about showers of blessings maybe I never would have been in that horrible funk. I don' t know? I am truly at a loss.
I learned a hard lesson this weekend about my misery that I carry around. Sometimes it affects those around me. Yikes! I didn't even think about that. Pity parties aren't supposed to have guests. A pity party is simply for yourself. I've decided that it is time for me to "Put on my big girl panties and deal with it!" No more pity parties. No more whining to my friends. No more feeling sorry for myself. There is a reason why I am where I am. God knows why He put me here. If I am going to whine to anyone or invite anyone to my pity party the only guest will be God. He know my pain, He knows how to fix it. My husband, my mom, my friends, nor my family have the answer to my misery. God can heal the wounds! He has all the answers!
The real question is, can I remember to call God and invite Him to my pity party the next time something comes up?
God, help me to remember that you are my rock and that you have all the answers. Help me to be a better friend and not lay all my junk on them. Heal my wounds and help me to see that you know all. God, I put my emotions in your hands. Thank you for being there for me and blessing me with such sweet, dear friends.
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