
Yep — that’s me.
I keep asking how I can do this because there is a different use case for every person. In my case, it’s deception. It’s disregard. It’s disrespect.
I cannot expect everyone to understand that entirely because they lean toward being the Job advice in every way. Haven’t walked through it AT ALL, but have so much to say on the matter.
What about listening?
What about processing?
I am so angry right now. I am so filled with frustration and wrath as I sit here in such GUT-WRENCHING agony.
Which means — causing deep emotional pain, extreme anxiety, or intense distress.
That is where I have been sitting spectacularly.
Then I get myself all geared up and somewhat composed, only to fall apart so epically and immediately in the face of actual circumstance.
I spiral.
And I spiral fast.
I lose control. I lose faith. I lose hope. I lose composure. I just lose it altogether and can’t keep myself in check for a thing.
I keep screaming at myself, SHUT UP!!
But then the dam breaks, and it’s mayhem right in front of me.
I am angry.
I am hurt.
I am afflicted.
I am torn.
I am shattered.
I am all of those things.
And I have every right to express that this is where I am because this is my situation.
People advise you based on their exposure to a common situation, but it’s not precise.
NOT AT ALL.
What I am feeling is completely valid for my quandary. They haven’t been here like this.
What happened to just listening?
What happened to being super cognizant and treading carefully when someone is walking through an unknown crisis?
I am mad.
LIVID, even.
And I am sitting here, leaning in, trying to process all of this in the way that I must.
“He uncovers mysteries hidden in darkness.
He brings light to the deepest gloom.”
Job 12:22
She asked me, “How long?”
I wish I could answer that here, but I have no insight into that.
So I replied just as Psalm 13 says.
Funny how 31 and 13 have been such staples in this season.
“How long will you forget me? Forever?
How long will you look the other way?
How long must I struggle with anguish in my soul,
with sorrow in my heart EVERY DAY?
How long will my enemy have the upper hand?
TURN and answer me, O Lord my God!
RESTORE the sparkle to my eyes, or I will die.
Don’t let my enemies gloat, saying, “We have defeated him!”
Don’t let them rejoice at my downfall.
But I TRUST in your unfailing love.
I will rejoice because you have rescued me.
I will sing to the Lord because He is good to me.”
I kept repeating to myself like a mantra – I TRUST YOU I TRUST YOU I TRUST YOU
But then — reality throat punched me. I immediately and entirely embraced the spectacular spiraling.
Woe is me! I hate myself for it.
I have this song on repeat — by Mercy Culture Worship…
“What seems big to me is EASY for You
You fight the battle while I stand
You take the battle in Your Hands
It’s EASY FOR YOU!!”
I can’t keep spiraling like that. I need to TRUST HIM.
EVERY AGONIZING STEP OF THE WAY…
He has got this. He is in control, not me when I am losing all control.
He kept me sustained when I needed it the most. Delivery complete. I made it.
I was resilient in the face of the most calamitous experience I have had to face. I was grateful. Grateful for the 1 am, 2 am, 3 am 4 am wake up calls.
Because for the rest –when I needed it the most, weren’t there. When I needed the acknowledgment of my turmoil, weren’t there. When I needed the apology, weren’t there. When I needed the affirmation, weren’t there. When I needed the guidance, weren’t there. When I needed the patience, weren’t there. When I just needed the embrace, weren’t there. So I lost it.
I lost it again because my reality is so real its beyond painful.
It may have been an epic fail on my behalf. The only debacle. The spectacular spiraling unfolding. But what I know is.. When I spiraled, YOU were there.
“even there Your hand will guide me and Your strength will support me.”
Psalm 139:10




