This week has been one of those weeks when, well, life has just been too much.
Everything has been too much.
Do you ever have weeks like those?
Well I do. I'll be strolling along, whistling a happy tune (metaphorically of course; I can't whistle) then BAM! Out of nowhere. Feelings of being utterly overwhelmed. Like I'm sinking. Or drowning.
It's as if some jerk ran up and tore the rose-colored glasses right off my face, and forced me to stare at a half-empty cup 'til I recanted my initial thought.
"Fine! It's half empty. It's HALF EMPTY!" I wanna scream, anything to make it stop.
Only, I don't really believe that.
In the worst times I'm tempted sure... when I'm throwing a tantrum or curled up crying. When the dishes are overflowing the sink. Or I can't find a single clean shirt to throw on.
When I feel like I'm failing everyone around me, especially my Father, a part of me says it must be true.
This must be it, all life has to offer... just one lousy glass, only half filled with water.
But even then, in the darkness. In the silence. A tiny voice whispers out, so faint I can barely hear it...
"Look again. The cup is half full."
And I'm so thankful.
To have looked again. To have seen something different.
But mostly I'm thankful for that still, small voice... the One that delivers hope just when I need it most.
Don't know what life has thrown at you lately, or what your cup is looking like.
I truly believe, though, that Hope exists. And when you need it most all it takes is an honest cry for it to come running.
It's food for thought at least.
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