Constantly this week, I am reminded that I live in a fallen world, surrounded by people that have, and are experiencing hurts. It’s crazy to me that sometimes, or often times I miss this fact!
How can I be so blind?
In class today, a girl whom I don’t normally speak with, shared a little of her story and I was shocked at the ease in which she spoke of it. Her childhood seemed to be filled with pain and a huge lack of Love. I live in a generation that is full of hurt. And the generation that is following closely behind, is going to be experiencing these very same things.
Yesterday, or maybe it was Monday, my professor said this quote: “What one generation tolerates, the next will come to accept.” By saying that, I think she was probably talking about divorce and the lack of communication and stuff like that. But I think it applies to everything. It can apply to the ways in which we treat each other, and ourselves. I would say that my generation accepts suicide and self-hurt, but that means that the next generation won’t think much of it..
And that troubles me because how am I supposed to be a beacon if I don’t even know how to deal with these things right now? I don’t know how to be the remedy to these situations, because as I go through them I am met with my own struggles and questions that I don’t know the answer to. I can’t be the serum, the band-aid, the duct-tape, or the guerrilla glue. Frankly, I don’t want to be because that’s a lot of people’s problems I would have to solve, therefore leaving no time to myself.
“Me time” isn’t something that really comes easily to me anyways, because I would rather spend time investing in other people.
A thought that just popped into my head was this: “Me time” isn’t just time by myself, but it needs to be time with myself, and with God. That is the only way I will be able to help people in their times of need. It’s true that sometimes the world seems like a dismal and dreary place, but it doesn’t have to be.
The joy that comes in Christ Jesus’ name is abundant and ever-flowing, ever-increasing, and it will always be there. God is there, even when I have failed. And I find that amazing.
In conclusion, I am not the one who needs to fix every single problem because the ultimate Healer, Comforter, and Love is all around us.
I need to point to Him.