Sometimes the word ‘quit’ occupies my mind. I want to throw in the towel… raise the white flag… say I’ll have no more. Sometimes life is heavy, emotional, confusing, and makes no sense in the moment. 

I’m strong, but not that strong. I’m smart, but not smart enough. What’s worse, is sometimes working in the Christian world is harder than working in the secular world. Sometimes when I want someone to listen they start to preach. When I have a vice, I’m worried about or judged. Sometimes it feels as though I’m not even allowed to have feelings because it’s Christ that lives in me and I should be at peace. 

If anything, it’s exhausting to fit a Jesus mold… To constantly feel like I can’t just be… Because I have to be better. I find myself in moments where I think silently, if only I could start over and do something else.

But I love to love. I love what love means to me. I love that love has saved me. I love to talk about it, walk in it, and share it. But the work… The discipline… The walk itself… Is exhausting.

I’m told… think kingdom minded… Be happy… Life is good… God is in control. All these things I know like the back of my hand. But people, as human beings flawed in nature, don’t truly understand that sometimes I can’t control my mind. 

There’s this type of projection that we do as human beings, not all but many, where when we love, get worked up, excited and joyful about something… We want the people around us to do the same. We forget that God made us vastly unique. We don’t all love the same… We don’t all communicate the same… We can’t conform, be completely empty of ourselves, or adapt. 

There’s been this theme lately of people trying to convict people, as if it were their job. Even those who try to steer you straight to the cross don’t realize that if Jesus lives in them they can be the hand you hold… They can be the listener… They can look past your flaws and insecurities and inadequacies. Because Jesus meets you where you are. 

He saw the woman at the well and asked for water. He was simple in His methods. He didn’t always use parables, but He knew when it was appropriate. He was wise beyond all of us in how He loved. So, sometimes I try to remember that how I want to be spoken to isn’t how others want to be spoken to. Some times I react too fast for me to recognize that. But He gave us the option to learn and grow and seek Love with all our might, regardless of when we fall… Because He’s still standing there with His hand outstretched to help us get back up. 

Every day I ask Him why… Why, God, would you help me? Why do you love me? Why do you keep me here in this world? Why do I keep surviving? Why do you constantly save me? Who am I that you would love this much? 

I don’t thoroughly understand why I wholeheartedly see the grace He gives to everyone I meet…. But more and more I feel like a lost cause. Like His grace is wasted on me. 

The devil is a liar. 

The battle I’ve been facing is between me and me. I don’t allow Him to love me. I want to so bad… But some part of me hasn’t let go of the controls. I need to break down these walls and start to see the me that He sees… The me that the people who love me sees… Because my own perspective is broken. 

Let’s go Jesus… Conquering this battle together because, when we’re together, we don’t quit.