Broken. Rejected. Bruised. Anxious. Frustrated. Sad. Misunderstood. Tired.
These words and more describe how I have felt lately. I am not writing this to get attention, sympathy, or even compassion. This post is because one of the challenges God has continually given me in the last 6+ months is to live authentically. To be transparent. Why? Because someone, somewhere, can relate to part of my story.
See, I like my pride. I like how the makeup hides my dark circles and the night hides my tears. I am comfortable with how bitterness covers shame and sadness. I am secure behind my walls that block out what I really think and feel in the name of not being hurt. Again. I love looking like I have it all together.
I am uncomfortable with the truth. Because the truth is messy and hard. It brings tears and reveals cracks in my carefully sculpted mask of "all togetherness."
See, we all go through things that push us beyond what we ever thought we could endure. And it would be nice if we got a gold star. A badge of honor of sorts, to show everyone that we endured this battle or accomplished something we felt was important. But there are no gold stars in life. In fact, sometimes we don't even get a breathe, much less a chance to catch our breathes before the next wave knocks us down.
So instead of gold stars, we get testimonies; and part of my testimony is the mess. The mess of broken dreams, hurt feelings, rejection and whatever else fills in the blank. Revelation 12:11 says we defeat the enemy, "through the blood of the Lamb and the Word of our testimony."
We all have a mess and if we skip that part of our testimony, we minimize what God has done. Because we serve a God who is comfortable in the middle of our mess.
I have burdens that God only knows.
God only knows how devastated I was when I was fired from a job I loved and thought I was doing well at. He saw my deep anguish in the dead of night. I didn't just lose my job that day. I lost my kids and my confidence.
God only knows the shame I have felt at becoming the girl I always silently judged. And ultimately, the one others judged too. They didn't know my story. And they didn't ask.
God only knows how much the words and actions of others made me feel rejected. Like I was somehow a waste of space and effort.
God only knows the prayers I have prayed in the middle of panic attacks due to stress being more than I could handle.
God only knows...
He knows and He sees me. Not only does He see, but He looks on me with compassion and love. He pulls me close to His chest and lets me cry. Our God did not just create joy, but sadness as well. Tears are no insult to Him. He is not put off by our real pain and our real emotions.
Philippians 4:19 says that, "God will supply ALL our needs." One of our needs is to be real.
All this comes with a promise. Psalm 23:4, "Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me."
He is with you and I, Beloved Child of God. Our stories do not end here!
"God Only Knows" by For King & Country

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