Yesterday was one of those days. The kind where all you want to do is mope around and feel sorry for yourself. And then you take a step back and realize you're feeling sorry for yourself, so you get embarrassed for feeling that way. And you cry and cry until you have no more tears left.
I hate those days.
Let me point out, once again, this blog is a journal- I know I've mentioned that before, but really. It's not a place I go to look for pity. I hate pity. Whenever I see people complaining (usually for reasons unbeknownst to me) I've always thought to myself, "These people need to just suck it up. Stop whining and get over it. The world keeps on turning". Funny how those thoughts aren't applicable to myself, huh?
Anyway, as Chad and I were in bed talking about the day, I confessed to him that I was feeling...numb. Sure, I still have faith in the Lord. My testimony of Him and His power has never wavered. But maybe I've kind of been put on the back burner for a bit. I mean I know there are people who have much more serious issues than myself. And that's something I could understand. I certainly don't think I'm more important than anyone else around me. We all have issues, complications, frustrations, what have you. It would be silly of me to expect the Lord to drop everything and focus solely on me, 100%, right? Ha, such a silly girl.
As I prayed, head on my tear-soaked pillow, I realized that the Lord knows everything I'm going through. He knows how much my heart hurts. He wants to help me, really! But I'm allowing Satan to take control. This made me cry even more. Oh, how much that must hurt the Lord- to so badly want me to come to Him, trust in Him, rely on Him. As much as I ache to be a mom, He aches to help me.
It's quite simple really: I yearn for something so badly, the Lord wants to help me, but I still feel like I'm stuck in a rut. Solution? Swallow my pride and have faith in the Lord... believing with every ounce of strength I have that He'll answer my prayers. Because He will.
The Lord has made it known that Chad and I can't do this on our own. So here I am. Not only asking the Lord for help, but you too. Have any advice? I'd like to hear it. If not, that's okay too. But I do have one request: please still be my friend even though I'm a big fat whiner baby.