Over the last year and a half my life has drastically changed because my relatively good health was ripped away from me. I wake up in pain. I go to bed in pain. I take pain meds to help me sleep and function. Some days it’s not enough for me to just be able to function. Some days I would love to be able to fly…or at least get more done on my ever growing list.
I feel like I let people down because I’m not who I once was. I was reading in a book that you shouldn’t grieve for what you could do before you got sick. I’m grieving this week. It’s harder this fall knowing how I’m going to feel as the weather gets colder. Last winter it was all kind of a surprise.
Even though I’ve found medications and supplements and strategies to help me feel better, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to handle the pain. I’m terrified that I’m going to take things out on those closest to me. Which makes me want to go hide in my bedroom under my heated blanket. I can be a real bear first thing in the morning. Does that mean that I can hibernate this winter? Why can’t humans hibernate?
I’ve also been struggling this week with trusting God. I know that He works all things for the good of those that love Him but I’m not seeing it. Sorry, Lord that was honest and painful to admit but it’s how I’ve been feeling.
What I have been struggling to trust God in the most doesn’t even have to do with my own health. My best friend and the person that knows me the best in the world is having health problems. I want to take the problems on myself and trade places with him. If I could I would. As much as it sucks to feel sick it’s worse for me to watch someone I love in pain. I’m hoping for good test results but I’m also praying that he can feel the Lord’s presence and that he can understand that God is with him.
That’s what I want to talk about. Not the faith that says that everything will be okay. The faith to believe that God is there with us in our struggle. He feels our pain with us. He is the only one who literally feels our pain.
In my life, in my own experiences, the times when I have felt the most fear is when God then strengths my faith in Him. Through the pain and the struggling with my trust issues I have found a well of faith. Faith that soothes my soul. Faith that reminds me once again-since I seem to need a lot of reminders-of all God has done for me. All He has brought me through.
And this allows me to take a deep breath.
I don’t know the answers to the test results. I don’t know if I will ever wake up one day and feel better. I don’t know what the future holds.
I do know that as long as I focus on the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, that I can act in a godly way. Without Him I can’t because there are parts of me that scream to be mad. To act out.
But God calls us to act in love.
I’m going to fight my fear with my faith in God. I hope that I can act in love. Not because I’m a strong person but because I have a strong God.
Hi, My name is Autumn and I feel like a failure because I can’t seem to go through life without feeling stress.
That statement seems ridculus but for me I’ve felt this way for far too long. I will prewarn you that this post may not have any life giving advice. On this subject right now all I feel is frusturation.
I felt like if I felt stress at all that I was letting God down. I was failing Him by not having enough faith. I would stress about feeling stress. This would only compound my stress level.That feeling of failure would led me to fear. Fear would led me to freeze.
It is a damaging belief in the Church that if you feel doubt or stress you are somehow wrong. It’s not the feelings but what we do about them that determines sinfulness.
Let’s break these chains that led to misplaced shame and guilt about our emotions. They aren’t welcome here no more.
I lost patience with the system at work this weekend. Normaly I can refocus myself but I didn’t even try this weekend. I feel like God has something special for me. I act like just another traveler that got a little lost on the way. The past still hautes me. The future is either something that I feel hopeful about or I am terrified. Nothing seems to be working. I want to step out with God but when it falls apart I’m not sure if it’s me, God, or the Devil that causes the fall. I feel like a mess. I’m just tried of waiting.
So here I am writing on a computer screen because I feel like I’m drowning. Drowning in doubt. Drowning in debt. Drowning in emotions that I can’t seem to track down. And I’m crying because I need the release.
In April of this year I was in an accident that could have killed me. I ended up getting a concussion, which caused me to miss a month of work.(I survived getting hit in the head with glass that could have killed me) I don’t feel great about my life because it feels like nothing changed. I went back to work and the same problems. At home things are good but I feel like God could do more through my family if we could just open up to Him more.
I just want to share God’s love when I am on this earth. After the accident I felt God stronger in my life and I know He’s here. I just want to know how to serve Him.
I feel stuck because I’ve grown this year and it feels like everything stood still.
I guess the question is how do I handle this shift within myself. Taking out my frustration on others is not something I want to do. I’m going to focus on the last instructions that I got from God. I’m going to write and work hard at my day job and I’m going to be grateful for my life.
I want those that love me to understand what it feels like to live with pain.
And then there are times when I don’t want to talk about it. Those are the days when I am trying my best to ignore how my body is feeling. As kind as people are trying to be when they ask me how I feel…Sometimes I don’t want to be honest.
I have to focus on the good that God has done in my life because physically…
I’m in my twenties and my body feels like it’s eighty-seven. Nothing works the way it should. I feel the possibilities that God has for my life narrow and dreams disappear.
The pain I’m in is not going to disappear. I may not get better. This could be it.
And on these days I lean on my Heavenly Father for love and support. I’m learning to trust that the plans He has for me are better than what I planned. That what I’m going through is not in vain.
It’s just more of a struggle than I would like to admit.
I’m tired of Christians that are only showing the good. Don’t get me wrong God is amazing and has done so much in my life. There is a lot of good in my life but I’ve struggled. Twenty-seventeen was one of the hardest years of my life.
I felt like I had to set an example and be a ‘good Christian’. I didn’t really talk about what I was going through with anyone. I’ve had health problems, work problems, and we all have some sort of family problems. It all seemed to just build and build. I’ve dealt with depression before and felt that with God I would never feel that way again.
The truth is that we all need to work to stay in the light. To stay positive and to stay healthy. I think that having periods in your life where you feel depressed is natural. I’m trying to let myself feel sadness. Then I turn myself over to God. I talk to Him about how I’m feeling, what I’m thinking, and I ask for help. Then I listen.
God talks to me in a way that is personal. It’s hard to explain because how He talks to me is so tailored to me. Last year I had a vison of me walking through the desert. My hope then was that I would be able to return to New Mexico, the place where I feel most at home in this world. I have come to except that one meaning of the vison was that I was walking around in the desert in my life. I felt lost this year for the first time since choosing to follow Christ.
But I am blessed because God has led me out of the desert in my mind. My Heavenly Father loves me enough to be with me in those hard times. He doesn’t intend for me to stay there for the rest of my life but to learn from it. These are the times I must go through to become who He wants me to be.
And that, that makes it worth it.