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It's my party and I'll cry if I want to...


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.  


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