Life hasn't been easy, lately. Autumn, as a season, tends to be correlated with loneliness in my life. This autumn is no different.
The relationship I was in has ended.
I'm realizing how few close friends I have left living in Arizona.
I'm preparing for more friends to leave.
Thankfully, in all seasons, there are written words and a few friends I can turn to for encouragement. This Tuesday, I want to share some of these words with you and why they mean so much to me.
You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you, there is more of God and his rule. You’re blessed when you feel you've lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you. You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are—no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought. || Matthew 5
I first heard this passage from my yoga instructor a few years ago. It's a different take on The Beatitudes, which are eight verses offering peace and hope to those facing difficult trials in life. This translation is written in second person, which makes it much more personal and easy for me to grasp and recognize that these promises from God are applicable to my life. It's a nice way of reframing life, knowing that even when I feel pretty down and out, I'm still blessed and embraced by God.
Oh, pretenders, let's go down... let's go down, won't you come on down?
Oh, pretenders, let's go down... down to the river to pray.
"Oh, but I'm so afraid" or "I'm set in my ways"
But He'll make the rabbits and rocks sing His praise.
"Oh, but I'm too tired, I won't last long."
No, He'll use the weak to overcome the strong!
Four Letter Word, Pt 2
These lyrics are from mewithoutYou and hold a lot of biblical allusion (for example, saying the rocks will sing His praise is a reference to when Jesus entered Jerusalem a week before being crucified.) The call to go down to the river to pray is an encouragement to leave my comfort zone and seek God without making excuses. It's also incredibly encouraging to remember that my weaknesses can be used as an opportunity to express God's strength.
Rest in my arms,
Sleep in my bed,
There's a design to what I did and said.
Vito's Ordination Song
Comparison is the thief of joy.
Theodore Roosevelt
Sometimes it's really hard to not play the comparison game. It's hard to not look at some of my friends and say "How come you deserve a cute long-term relationship?" or "Why do you have your dream job, and why don't I have mine yet?" Then this simple sentence hits me like a ton of bricks. Comparing myself to my friends, my former classmates, and my acquaintances will get me nowhere good in life. I'm reminded, time and time again, that I am my own person and I am taking a path unlike anyone else around me. I shouldn't be jealous of other peoples' lives, I should be busy enjoying my own.
And last but not least, the final written words I turn to when I need encouragement are my old journals. You never really know where you want to go if you don't remember where you've been, and I've been in some pretty stinky places. My old journals remind me of the hardest things I've experienced, what I thought as I was going through them, and who I relied on and what I did to make it through. The tried and true remedies of the past stand for the future.