wife that I must have it all together, that I am calmly handling life’s little problems. My husband reminded me yesterday that we often wear masks, hiding our hurts. We don’t want others to know that we’re struggling. We act like everything is okay, but in reality we are hiding in our closet crying. We are trying so desperately to medicate our hurts with food, busyness, and success. Covering it all with a bandage of smiles, we just keep going.
Jesus is not disappointed in our struggles, or angered by our epic fails. He cares about the pain we are hiding. He is waiting for us to cry out to him for help.
It’s real to us, so it’s real to him. Funny, how our kids fake an injury to get attention, and we fake perfection to find acceptance. Let’s just own the fact that we don’t quite have it under control today. If we are hurting, let’s tell a trusted friend and ask for prayer. Let’s stop paddling and ask for help. Let’s love each other without judgement, from a place of compassion.
In my distress, I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears. Psalm 18:6
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4