I have spent the past couple of days whooping it up in an epic pity party! Lots of tears, Hallmark movies, Shake’s frozen custard, and hugs from my sweet husband. Actually, only one Shake’s custard – lots of them would be too much, even for me. Anyway, I think it’s time for the party to be over.
I think it’s okay to fall down sometimes and fall into the self-pity pit. I’m only human and I will allow myself that – for a time. But then, it’s time to pull myself up by the boot straps and carry on. I am not the only person on the planet with troubles. In fact, my troubles pale in comparison to some others. The truth is, no matter how charmed someone’s life might seem, we all have crosses to bear and thorns in our sides. We are all burdened with something. That’s the nature of living in a fallen world.
My first advice to my children when they were feeling down was, “Do something nice for someone else.” I don’t think there’s anything that lifts the spirits better than taking the focus off of ourselves and taking care of someone else’s needs. I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes that’s easier said than done (as witnessed by the past couple of days). As soon as we can drag ourselves out of bed or off the couch, I firmly believe that helping someone else is a step toward improving our own emotional well-being.
This weekend is my birthday weekend. I will be 58-years young on Monday. This is the first time in years that I’m not particularly excited about my birthday. I’ve always enjoyed them until now. Despite my lack of enthusiasm, however, I have determined that I’m going to have a good weekend. I have grandchildren who will be celebrating with me and my sweet sister and brother-in-law are coming into town to be with me also. I am a blessed woman and I am choosing gratitude over self-pity.
It really is a choice, you know. Attitude really is everything and an “attitude of gratitude” goes a long way. I may be struggling with a new reality, but Jesus still loves me, He is still on His throne, and He is and will always be my source of strength and comfort. Even during the pity-party, He was there encouraging me that all is not lost and that I am still useful. There are still people who love me and depend on me. If not just for myself, then for them, the self-pity needs to end. That’s not to say it won’t ever be back, but I don’t have to dwell there. I have a choice, and right now I’m choosing joy and gratitude. Amen!