I had a post written.
It was a nice fluff piece meant to grab some likes positive comments. It was ready to go. Then things changed. That voice that drives my writing shifted and I realized it was time to get real.
There’s a certain point where you have enough.
Now, you can read your Bible and find stories of the men and women in the early church dealing with their own issues. Some ended up martyred for their faith. Paul prays to have “a thorn” removed and remarks that he was denied multiple times. He just had to keep going.
What if you can’t?
Our lives haven’t been easy, how about yours?
Debt. Struggle. Fear. Anxiety. Hard kids. Hard jobs.
Do a quick google search and you’ll find plenty of people willing to sell you ways out. They’ve made careers from it. Books, meetings, podcasts, seminars. Take all you want, read all you want, listen to everything. Sometimes, at night, the ghosts don’t go away.
People act like it’s easy. It isn’t.
We are the suffering. The struggling. The ones trying every day to make it work.
We are not far from all we can take.
There’s power there.
And if there’s anything I’ve found it is that all arrows point to faith. Getting up. Taking a breath. Getting dressed and doing it all over again. You may not realize it, but all of those things are acts of faith.
Not everything will be a success story.
It is about the small victories. One day clean. One day happy. One day knowing what joy feels like. One day feeling understood by those around us. One day holding hands with a loved one and feeling secure.
The anger and resentment are almost like a fully formed person. The thing in the dark that knows you’ll come back because no matter how far you make it on a first step, you’ll always stumble and the darkness will be waiting.
I don’t know where you are right now. Or what you are doing. Or how you’ll get a chance to see this. Maybe a friend will read it in WordPress and text you a link. Maybe you’ll nod your head the whole way and realize we are in the same boat.
Here’s where I’d flip it and wrap things into a nice little bow. There’s no neat ending this time.
Take a step.
Even when it hurts. Even when you’ve been knocked down for the 1000th time. Get up one more. Make today better than yesterday.
Because the darkness will swallow you if you let it.
It is time to fight.