Exhaustion hit me hard yesterday. Today seemed better, but after breakfast the familiar tiredness tugged at me again. I tried to figure out the reason, but I suspected the main one was probably depression. With all that is going right in my life right now, why on earth should I be depressed?
But I learned a long time ago that depression is often anger turned inward, and I knew there were things I was holding onto deep down inside me that bordered on frustration and bitterness. Bitterness, of course, is anger let go too long. Yeah, that sounded familiar. Been there, done that.
One good thing about experience is that it is indeed a great teacher. And there are times I’ve been known to learn from past error–at least once in a while! So I did what I knew I needed most. I spent the morning journal/praying to the Lord.
Some might say that journaling our thoughts is enough, but I’ve never been one to just journal. If I’m going to write it down, it’s going to come out in a prayer. The Bible says that “the joy of the Lord is my strength,” but I’d somehow lost track of that joy. Depression will do that. And spending time with God is the only way I know to restore it. So I figured it was time.
The thing is, sometimes life doesn’t go the way we want it to. The problems with my dad’s health and having him in a nursing home and all that goes along with that, which is more complex than I can share here, but all of that combined was taking its toll. I’m not used to such changes, and life has definitely changed. Responsibilities have changed. Relationships have changed. And I don’t like many of those changes.
But God is still God, and He is still good. And while I sometimes feel like my world has gotten too complicated, too busy, too overwhelming, too something, I have to remember that He isn’t surprised by any of it. And He is still there, waiting to take hold of me, of my struggles, of the things that would drag me down. His joy is my strength.
As I was dealing with this today, part of a song I’d heard in the past came to me. I searched the phrase on Google and found it. I won’t tell you how many times I’ve listened, but I think I’m close to having it memorized now. :) The video is on YouTube here. You’ve probably heard it – Anyway by Martina McBride.
I love the lyrics where she talks about building and dreaming and loving even if the building gets washed away or the dream doesn’t come true or the love fails. “Do it anyway.” Build anyway. Dream anyway. Love anyway.
Pray anyway…which is the surest way, if the praying is earnest and honest before the Lord, to right our attitudes, to turn depression into joy once more.
It took most of the day, but I’m seeing things differently now. And I’m not exhausted any more. I wonder…was there a connection between exhaustion and depression? Hmm…
All the more reason to keep praying, keep believing, keep loving and dreaming and building, “anyway” – and let the joy of the Lord be my strength. :)