Mane, you’ve thrown me a few curve balls lately. Just when I thought I had everything planned and things were starting to fall into place, you come and shake stuff up. I was happy then death hit my house, leaving me with pain in places I didn’t know could hurt. I was making plans then sickness showed up and sat me down. I was getting ready to travel until Covid-19 shut the world. I was finally getting out of debt, then I lost my job. I thought I’d dealt with the burden abuse left me with, but quarantine showed me I’d only covered it. I thought I was healed, but you showed me I was simply hiding. Car broke down, kids acting up, dog ran away, depression talking to me … If it isn’t one thing, it’s another.
Man, life. Will things get better? Will the storm ever stop? Will I heal? Will my tears dry up? Life, please answer because I’m tired.
Signed with a sigh,
Life replying …
While I wish I could tell you every day will be easy, it won’t. Truth is, you must endure these parts of me as well. You don’t get to love me when it’s easy and leave me when it’s hard. We’re in this together. And stop blaming me, I’m only doing the responsibility of my job. For it was our creator whose authority spoke, “To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”
Yes, I show up without warning sometimes, bringing stuff I wish I didn’t have to; but it’s my job. I know it can hurt, but it’s my job. Yet, here’s what I also know. You’re stronger than you think you are. The gray skies of grief, they’ll lighten. The dark nights of depression, they’ll get better. The strong wind of woes, they’ll cease. The heavy downpour of tears, they’ll stop. Yes, you may lose a job, go through breakups, suffer through death, get sick, be lied on, fall, fail, or even feel stuck; yet you’re stronger than you think you are.
Here’s my advice, prepare for what you can and pray for what you can’t. Trust what you can see, faith what you can’t. Do what you can, let God do what you can’t.
It’s hard, some days, but don’t take any days for granted because one day, I’ll end.
Signed with the hope you’ll try again,