Really? Just for a minute? Painfully honest?
I kind of hated it.
You see, I was sick. And I was tired. I was sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.
For three days people (speakers, friends, and practical strangers) poured into me. They spoke wisdom. They spoke truth. They spoke love.
I should have been overflowing with inspiration, but I felt empty. I should have been thankful for all the incredible friends surrounding me, but I felt alone. I should have been confident in how much I am growing, learning, stretching, but I felt insecure. Really freaking insecure. I should have been encouraged, energized, empowered, but I felt beat-down, drained, and oh-so-broken.
Could have. Would have. Should have. Never changed a thing.
Don’t be anxious about things; instead, pray. Pray about everything. He longs to hear your requests, so talk to God about your need and be thankful for what has come. And know that the peace of God (a peace that is beyond any and all of our human understanding) will stand watch over your hearts and minds in Jesus, the Liberating King.
Finally, brothers and sisters, fill your minds with beauty and with truth. Meditate on whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is good, whatever is virtuous and praiseworthy. Keep to the script: whatever you learned and received and heard and saw in me – do it – and the God of peace will walk with you. Philippians 4:6-9, The Voice
So I am going to try praying about it. Praying about everything. Praying for peace. And hopefully someday soon the peace will follow.
Anyone else battling this right now?