We have all been there. We give and we give. We do our best. We try and try to be everything and do everything we need to do to ensure everyone is happy...and we fail.
Repeatedly.
And we are left feeling worthless.
Valueless.
Stripped bare.
At a point so low, we did not know it existed...well, it feels that way anyway. Though I know it could get worse.
But in that moment, that was how I felt.
I was utterly spent.
I think that we often get so busy with "life" that we forget the giver of Life.
Once again, I found myself on my knee's over a pile of clean laundry, crying out to Papa. Begging Him to do something, because I was done.
I had nothing left to give.
Oddly, I have been praying that He would draw me closer. I long to draw ever closer to Him.
I need Him.
Maybe it is not so odd, because this is what it took for me to get off my lazy butt and turn to Him.
Obviously, I needed to be at this point to stop thinking, and start DOING.
When we start doing things in our own strength, we burn out quickly.
We blame others for the things going wrong and begin to ask God to change THEM.
The Marriage page on facebook posted a status the other day that says:
In marriage, it's not your job to fix each other or to change each other; just love each other. Love is what changes us.
I remembered that these past few days. Our first instinct is to say, "God, they are so wrong, please change them."
But, that is wrong. I began to examen how I reacted to things. I began to look at myself, and see where I could become a better person. What God was maybe dealing with ME about.
Too often in marriage we see each other's faults, without examining ourselves. We do this in life more often than not as well.
I digress as this post is about being stripped and humbled. We cannot...I cannot do anything in my own strength. I am a busy stay at home mom, going to graduate school, and trying to run a house efficiently. I love my husband, I want to be a blessing to him.
BUT once again, I am doing these things out of my own strength. Rather than turning to Papa for strength, guidance, and patience in the every day things; I am allowing frustration and anger to take root.
In Him we have joy and peace...
I need Him.
Repeatedly.
And we are left feeling worthless.
Valueless.
Stripped bare.
At a point so low, we did not know it existed...well, it feels that way anyway. Though I know it could get worse.
But in that moment, that was how I felt.
I was utterly spent.
I think that we often get so busy with "life" that we forget the giver of Life.
Once again, I found myself on my knee's over a pile of clean laundry, crying out to Papa. Begging Him to do something, because I was done.
I had nothing left to give.
Oddly, I have been praying that He would draw me closer. I long to draw ever closer to Him.
I need Him.
Maybe it is not so odd, because this is what it took for me to get off my lazy butt and turn to Him.
Obviously, I needed to be at this point to stop thinking, and start DOING.
When we start doing things in our own strength, we burn out quickly.
We blame others for the things going wrong and begin to ask God to change THEM.
The Marriage page on facebook posted a status the other day that says:
In marriage, it's not your job to fix each other or to change each other; just love each other. Love is what changes us.
I remembered that these past few days. Our first instinct is to say, "God, they are so wrong, please change them."
But, that is wrong. I began to examen how I reacted to things. I began to look at myself, and see where I could become a better person. What God was maybe dealing with ME about.
Too often in marriage we see each other's faults, without examining ourselves. We do this in life more often than not as well.
I digress as this post is about being stripped and humbled. We cannot...I cannot do anything in my own strength. I am a busy stay at home mom, going to graduate school, and trying to run a house efficiently. I love my husband, I want to be a blessing to him.
BUT once again, I am doing these things out of my own strength. Rather than turning to Papa for strength, guidance, and patience in the every day things; I am allowing frustration and anger to take root.
In Him we have joy and peace...
I need Him.
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