"It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to."
I threw a big party this week. You weren't invited. No one was, but me. I'm talking about a pity party, of course, and it was a doozy! Restless and irritated by everything, I felt like slamming doors, throwing things, kicking things! I didn't. Instead, I let my bad mood fester like poison.
In my misery, I finally called out to God instead of wallowing in the muck of feeling sorry for myself. He was right there, just waiting for me to stop and look his direction long enough to be comforted. Instead of wallowing in the poison of pity, I've wrapped myself in the warmth of this verse-- Cast all your cares upon Him, for He cares for you (1 Peter 5:7). What a blessing to know my tears are not unseen or unfelt by a merciful God who cares and comforts me. In Him I exchange my pity for peace and my restlessness for rest.
Sara Faith Nelson
Sharing the journey, because, I find there are so many others making the trek through life without a loved one