I’ve gone through some rough patches lately. Maybe you have
too. So many times I’ve wanted to open my heart and tell someone—other than my
husband who didn’t quite understand, but I love him anyway—about the things I
was struggling with. I promised myself in 2016 to be more vulnerable in writing
and in real life, yet when the storm came, I shriveled into myself. Hey, secrets
were a way of life when I was a child. I learned how to keep everything to
myself really well. It’s hard to bust out of that mode.
I do wish I could express myself better. I’ve found it’s
easier to do that through stories where bits and pieces of me are revealed.
I often think about sharing life experiences through blogging. I ponder how other women and wives reveal their
struggles so magnificently, and I wish I could be vulnerable and expose my flaws
too. Then I remember I’m me, and I think no one wants to hear about that
stuff anyway. For me, it takes time and trust to even crack open the
door to people I’ve known for a long time. And I wonder about the gal who
tells all about her marriage and kids. How does her family feel about the personal
stuff she reveals?
So when 2017 rolled around and—Hallelujah!—I’d survived, and the Lord assured me He
could fix me, I sat down to type out my feelings, hoping to release my
first blog of the new year. I wrote, edited, and rewrote for about three hours. The result? Blech. How could I write about the low place I’d hit that left me with no will to write, lost confidence, and disappointments in life that made me feel like a big failure. It was a
wilderness I’d never been to before. My
husband didn’t know what to do with me. I didn’t know what to do with me.
Back to writing ... the next day I tackled the same topic using a lighter tone. What I
needed was some wit! I know people who can write with such great humor, and I
wish I could write funnier. In the midst of my
struggle, I could have used a dose of laughter. Instead, it was foggy and empty
and nothing to laugh about. Even in my writing, I didn’t want to relive the
hurt. The blog couldn’t encompass the reality of my journey. But maybe writing it out, struggling through the words, helped me look back
and understand some things.
We all go through difficulties. No, I’m not prophesying. It’s life. Of course, we don’t want the rough patches. Who would choose that? But we can “count it all
joy.” Even the people who I admire the most, the ones who have the strongest,
seemingly unmovable, faith have gone through trials and struggles. They rarely
mention it. Oh, they tell me glorious faith stories of God moving powerfully in
their lives, of inspirational times when God came through for them in
miraculous ways. Yet, here and there, in a quiet conversation, I’ve heard small
nuggets of their hard times. Which is good for me to hear. To relate to. I
marvel at how they came through ... stronger, more resilient, more confident in
a loving God who worked in their lives, their kids’ lives, and their destinies
... even when they didn’t know what He was doing. That gives me hope.
Hope reaches out to us like a tiny light in our darkest
hour. Sometimes it’s through a friend’s hug of encouragement. That whispered “It’s
going to be okay.” Sometimes it finds us through a scripture, a poem, even one
of those thoughtful memes. Or maybe it’s through a story. And sometimes, God
speaks right to our heart. “Hold on, kiddo. Good is on its way.”
If you find yourself going through suffering—family difficulties,
job issues, sickness, grieving, disappointments and life’s struggles, to name a
few—hold on. God loves you so much. He hasn’t forgotten you. There’s a deep
river of peace and joy and hope that we can tap into. Think on good things.
Look at the beauty in God’s creation. Read the Psalms or your favorite verses. Do
something you enjoy. And breathe. It is
going to be okay. You will get through this.
I was at a craft fair in December, and someone I’ve known
for a long time came to my booth. We exchanged the casual “How are things going?” And
for some reason, I shared just a little of how I’d been feeling down. She told
me something very similar. In the middle of a crowded auditorium of customers
and booths, we hugged and shared our feelings of inadequacy—and our hope in a
big God who brings us through stuff.
If you know someone who is struggling in life, listen and be sympathetic, but
also share hope. Tell them it’s going to be okay. God will see them through. If
someone trusts you enough to tell you what they’ve been going through, just
listen. It’s okay to share something similar you’ve experienced—that’s relating
and understanding. But your story doesn’t have to be worse or harder or more
devastating. They are the ones in the struggle right then. Listen. Hug them, if they’ll
allow it. Pray for them. It’s good to hear that someone cares.
God is restoring me. This writing—my third attempt—is proof.
Joy and peace have wiggled back into my heart—almost when I wasn’t looking. I’m
still trusting Jesus for complete healing. His grace and understanding are
beyond measure. I won’t give up on Him; He never gave up on me. He has the
words of eternal life. He is my stability in the midst of an unstable world. He
is my peace in the middle of chaos. He is love when I feel unlovable. He is
light in the dark.
I need hope. You need hope.
When something good happened unexpectedly, my mother used to say, “Isn’t that just a sweet caress from
the Lord?”
Yes, it is.
May you feel His gentle hug of hope today. And then share it!
Mary Hanks writes stories of second chances.
We all need a second chance sometime.
