I am slowly emerging out of a season, a season that had me scraping bottom. I don’t know what you do when you hit bottom and find you have nothing left, but I turn deeply inward.
That’s my personality, and rather than fight how I’m wired, I had to embrace it, to let myself go inward as I slowly and tenderly turned over my empty cup to fill up again. Naps and tea and reading and journaling have all been my restoration.
But that’s not the whole story.
Left on my own, I have to admit, I’d likely still be stuck scraping bottom. Sometimes it’s hard to sift through truth and lies when they swirl around in your head. When you’re at a low place, shame sneaks in like a storm. It tells you you’re not enough for what you’re facing. It tells you you’re the only one who can’t handle this. Do you know this storm I’m speaking of?
I think you have to speak it out, write it out, so someone else can see and be the Spirit’s voice to you.
And so I did. In a parking lot, and over late night steaming cups, and on the phone across the miles, and in texts, and now to you. I’m pulling out of that deeply inward place to let others in. And oh, how the Spirit is speaking. The shame dissolves, the cup refills.
When what you’re facing feels too much for you to bear, then don’t. Don’t bear it alone. Let others in.
Because there are two dimensions of power when you share with others. You open yourself up to hear what the Spirit might say to you through someone else. And you receive the gift of “me too.” You find that you are not alone, and that breaks the shame in two.
If you need a place to share, this space is for you. We’re here to listen, to speak courage, to let you know you’re not alone.
Whatever you are facing, you are not alone.
Maybe you’re fresh on the field and you’ve hit the wall. This is not what you signed up for. You are not alone.
Maybe you’re grieving the loss of a little one. You are not alone.
Maybe you’re dealing with infidelity, not knowing where to turn. You are not alone.
Maybe depression has its grip on you. You are not alone.
Maybe you cannot handle one. more. transition. You are not alone.
Maybe you thought God would give you a husband by now, but hasn’t. And you long for one. You are not alone.
Maybe you’re wondering how to honor your aging parents when you live on the other side of the world. You are not alone.
Maybe the cost this life has on your children is more than you want to pay. You are not alone.
Maybe you’re yelling at your kids, because life just feels like too much. You are not alone.
Maybe team conflict has left you reeling. You are not alone.
Maybe you’ve served and served and pushed through and now burnout warnings flash. You are not alone.
Maybe you don’t know if you should leave or stay. You are not alone.
Maybe you’ve returned and you’re blindsided by ALL THE EMOTIONS. You are not alone.
Whatever it is, there is hope, always hope. There is always the God who carries you. And here you’ll find a community that understands, a sisterhood who will hold you up in prayer, and perhaps be the Spirit’s voice to you.
Has anyone else been scraping bottom lately?
What are you facing right now?
Come share with us in the comments. Let’s lift each other in prayer and remind one another that we are not alone.
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