Every now and then, I decide to throw myself the biggest PITY
party of the year.
I start to think
of all the things that constantly go wrong with my life. The kind of
things like:
I don't get to be
a cool stay home mom, like some of my friends. Or why am I always the one that
has to run the vacuum? I feel sorry for the things that I don't have. Why
won't my hair just look as pretty as hers? I get sad about not having the
same things as others. (Bigger houses or nicer cars) I also get
frustrated at the choices I make which often leave me wishing I had more time
or energy to do other things. (going to school rather than a women's
fellowship/bible study.)
I know that my
husband hates when I get this way, because I will want to renovate the entire
bathroom and they cry that I don't have a bathroom as it has taken longer to
put back together again.
Women are such
gentle beings and I know that we need to be cared for in special ways. I
know this because out of the mouth of my daughter I hear the same small voice
in me "I mess everything up" or "why do I care so much about
this or that" "why am I feeling sorry for myself when I have it
pretty darn good?"
As a Christian, we
know that we are wonderfully made and God loves us eternally. But here on earth
we have moments when we want to cry it out and say "God please help
me."
I don't get this
way too often because I am a strong independent woman. I am times
called a natural born leader and I work extremely hard to proof myself.
But really that is what God is teaching me. Why do I care about
successes? Why do I care about what people think?
I am not as strong
as I think or as wise as I feel. At times I just want to curl up in my
bed and say "go away you big bad world" or take the time to
spend genuine time with friends and family.
God is teaching me
that I can't do it alone. I have to OFTEN cry out "God please save
me" and he will.
I never cared to
be humble as a child. I wanted to be the star and the center of attention
and God has taken all those desires away, thankfully!
I don't like being
a person that has to ask for help but I certainly know that I can't my feelings
bottled up to a point where I start crying the blues or reeks of self-righteous
pity, over stupid things.
Someone asked me
the other day, “How can I pray for you?” I was almost dumbfounded, thinking
to myself, why would you pray for me? I
am not sick or in any major need. But
here it is. God showing me that we don’t
have to carry burdens ourselves. People might not come to our pitty party but they will come to our aid if we are feeling
It’s not glamorous having a pity party and it’s certainly not God’s design for us. So when you see someone who seems to be a bit overwhelmed, who’s starting to sing the woe is me... stop and ask them. How can I pray for you? Then do it, pray for them... It will go a long way.
