The feelings had been churning in my soul for well over a week. A bitter irritability set in and I found myself snapping at my loved ones because I felt used and unseen.
I texted some friends, asking for prayer, putting just a few words to my troubles. They prayed.
The gnawing ache remained….disgust over an ongoing issue with food I have, confusion over how good I feel professionally yet how “off” I’d been feeling inside, shame over my prayer life having tanked over the past couple weeks, and a general sense of “I just can’t get it right”…
Suddenly the words exhaled out of my soul, “Jesus, I just can’t do this. I can’t. I don’t even want to.”
And there it was; the piece I’d been missing all this frustrating time. Brokenness.
At that moment, my world seemed to right itself a bit. It’s not up to me to figure out.
As a woman who considers herself very competent,...