I have a confession to make. I have an addiction to my calendar. Without my calendar to organize my schedule, I would feel quite lost and scattered. Another confession – my calendar contains way too much color for its own good. Yesterday was definitely one of those ‘over colorful’ days. I took one look at the schedule for the day and immediately felt overwhelmed – There was my physical therapist coming in the morning, French Class right after, a quick lunch on the way to a doctors appointment, and finally more school when I got home. Lets just say that my calendar resembled a rainbow with all the colors of all the activities that we had scheduled.
But the day came, as most days do, and I got up and knew I had to face the day. That it would come whether I liked it or not, and that there really was not much I could do to stop it. So, I got up and tried to steel myself for what I saw as a day of torture with not much to look forward to. My physical therapist arrived and thus began my day – so we went outside in the driveway to begin our traditional walk and I fared pretty well until I got to the end of our driveway and burst into a puddle of tears, probably scaring Scott (the therapist). Not knowing what exactly to do with a crying teenage girl, he kindly listened to my blubbering and helped me inside where I finally calmed down.
In reflecting on my little outburst over just feeling so simply overwhelmed, I see now that Jesus can relate. John 11:35 says, “Jesus wept.” Simple as that. I think sometimes we give him all these superpowers and raise Him up to have some superhuman powers, like he never cried, never got upset, handled everything that life threw at him. But no, he gets it. He understands when my heard just gets so overwhelmed that I have a meltdown in the middle of our driveway – He’s been there, done that. Even the Bible says so. Jesus cried too. Jesus was human, He had human experiences and understands what we’re going through. Yes, He’s also the Son of God, but He came down to earth and went through all this crud too. So next time I need a good cry – He’s there as a shoulder to cry on, He gets it.
And Aunt Cathy wept too! Beautiful Kelsey. Look at the ministry that is being birthed out of your pain, suffering and tears! I love you!
ReplyDeleteSo true. Love you. When nobody else gets us, he gets us.
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