If you were here yesterday you would have seen how I was a hot-freaking-mess. It’s true. I was exhausted, overwhelmed and sleep deprived.
But you know what, that happens. That happens no matter what we’re going through. I worked 12 hours two days in a row and 10 hours on the third day. People GET that I’m tired.
Maybe your tired looks different. Maybe you’re sleep deprived because you studied all night. Maybe, like one of my in-real-life friends, you spent the night in the hospital while your poor little babe had seizures. Maybe you’re in desperate prayer for a friend or family member. Maybe you’re struggling with your own addiction and unsure what to do or where to go. Maybe you’re fighting a spiritual battle of epic proportions.
I went to a church when I lived in Big City called Central Christian. One of their main catch phrases was “it’s OK to Not Be OK.”
I heard it a couple times, and on my third visit there I had a panic attack in the middle of service. While standing in the hallway, trying to muster the courage and energy to head back in, I saw the sign. It was the first time it hit me – how hard I pretended to be OK.
I didn’t go back into service. I turned around and went to the prayer room and confessed my heart’s struggle to want everyone to think I was OK.
Maybe today your “prayer room” is the park next door, maybe it’s an empty class room on your university campus, maybe it’s under the covers with a flashlight in your bedroom while your spouse sleeps.
And maybe if you have an extra prayer you can pray for baby M and her parents and her doctors, that they’ll find a way to stop the seizures.
But not matter what things look like right now, it’s OK to be a hot-freaking-mess, to be exhausted, overwhelmed and/or sleep deprived
Because, honestly, a bet most of us aren’t really OK.
And that, my friends, is when Jesus steps in.