Today is one of those days where I just want to ask God, why me Lord? Why I am having so many trials and tribulations? I’m a good person. I try not to knowingly treat anyone bad. I try to be there for everyone. I’m trying to get back on/stay on the straight and narrow path and live according to Your will. So Lord, why does it feel like my life is falling apart? Why don’t people seem to care about me like I care about them? Why aren’t I a priority to anyone? I know I’m not perfect, and I’ve made some royal screw ups in the past, so is this my punishment? How much longer must I suffer Lord? Why, why, why???
I could go on and on with the why’s. I know you know where I’m coming from.
But as I sat here feeling sorry for myself & wallowing in despair, I was reminded of all that Jesus suffered at the hands of man (and what He is still suffering at our hands when we don’t follow His will), and I just had to stop asking why.
First, life is not perfect (again the fault of man & woman) and as much as we expect/want some people to treat us like we treat them, or the way we think we deserve to be treated, it’s just never going to happen. And no amount of fussing, fighting, crying or anything else will change that sad fact.
Secondly, and most importantly, the issues I have pale in comparison to what Jesus experienced. He was betrayed, ridiculed, spat upon and the many other atrocities that were visited upon Him, but none more horrific than being hung upon that cruel cross, with nails piercing His hands and feet.
I’m still a work in progress, so I know I’ll have more of these “woe is me” days, but when I feel myself getting down, I’m just going to reflect upon all that my Saviour suffered at my hands. And then I’m going to pray, and pray constantly for the Lord to heal my hurts and give me the strength to keep on keeping on, knowing that my reward is in heaven, and not on earth.
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