I wish I could do better – to not need to go through an emotional rollercoaster every time I have some sort of disappointment or setback. I wish I could just automatically engage full throttle “faith-mode” and be content with whatever my current reality may be at the time.
But that’s not really how it goes in Debi’s world. Not at all.
I’m re-sharing a post today that is near and dear to my heart … and more true every year. I personally need reminding over and over again. And by looking at the people out in the world around me, I have a feeling I’m not the only one. So I’m sending this one out again in hopes that it’ll help lift you somehow, as it did me today when it reminded me EXACTLY why I need that baby we’re celebrating right now. He’s not through growing me. Thank you, Jesus. Just thank you. ❤
Does it take greater effort to stop or to start? I’m talking physics here, my friends – which I know this old nurse has absolutely no business talking about. Especially not in public. But seriously … which do you think requires more energy?
I was smack dab in the middle of 5 years of nonstop nursing school. Or rather 5 years of nonstop frantically-trying-not-to-drown-from-the-pressure-because-they’re-cramming-so-much-into-your-head-that-it-feels-like-you’re-drinking-from-a-firehose-that-never-turns-off. And it won’t stop until you pass your boards. That’s exactly the place where I was that day.
These last few months have been full of accepting unwanted realities, haven’t they? Actually, my last few years have been weighted pretty heavily with this, if I’m totally honest. Illness, challenges, pain, disappointments, shock, loss, grief, acceptance … I personally continue to trip my way through this muck of tangles on a daily basis.
Surprisingly, every teary-eyed step I took down the ramp that day left me feeling just a little more free. By the time I made it to the elevator at the bottom, my tears were actually dry. Miraculously gone. As was the pressure.
I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. I’d like to say that the events of the last few months have just left me speechless, but those who know me best will know right away that this is a lie. Debi is never without words. Truly.
Don’t you hate how it’s the most difficult days that actually teach us the most? The ones that seem to engulf you in a neverending downward spiral that both hits you rapid fire, but moves in maddeningly slow motion all at the same time?