This is going to be a quick one because I have the world to recreate, and at the risk of sounding like a child, I don’t feel great. One little funny.. I’ve had several co-workers ask if I found a Mardi Gras dress yet.😂No, but I’m sure I will eventually. If you haven’t read that post, it’s pretty funny!
Ever feel blah? Ok, well…. my calendar looks like it threw up between February and May. I’m already tired. I’ve been under the weather. I have major life decisions to make. Ever feel like you couldn’t give anymore if you tried? Empty. Dry. Who’s with me? I wrote two blog drafts and didn’t publish because I felt like they were , well, blah. It’s hard to be joyful when you’re pulled so many directions. The title of one of the drafts is “Too Much and Not Enough”. Basically, There’s too much to accomplish and take care of and I’m not enough.
I read my devotion, pray, talk to family/friends that understand… but sometimes even those things don’t seem enough. Do you ever read advice in blogs or books that try to help you make the hard times easier? I actually think sometimes it’s just hard. No making it easier. No avoiding it. No reprieve for the moment. It’s just HARD.
As I was going to my car after work to retrieve a sippy cup, I heard birds singing. Not a few. Many. They weren’t scratching their heads, pacing, or crying. They were singing loudly. They were doing what they were created to do without a thought or worry. It occurred to me that I wasn’t created to worry, fret, or pace the floor. Is there a time to be concerned? Absolutely. Do I cry when I just can’t contain it anymore? Often. Then there’s a time to chin up, dry up, and fight.
So I’ll take a lesson from the birds when I get back up and I’ll sing. I hope you will, too.