On my 30th birthday, I walked into my office for the final time and walked out with the second biggest weight I have ever carried gone.
The Road to Joy is the happy medium between a self-help book that never gets below the surface to the hard work, and what can feel clinical and unattainable.
For the longest time, I thought I was defective. There must be something wrong with me! I told myself it was because I was not enough of what was needed, and too much of what “good girls” were not supposed to. I have struggled my whole life feeling out of place in almost every room I am in.
God promises to take our fears, cares, worries and to give us comfort if we are willing to leave them at His feet! It might not change the outcome - but all your worry, anxiety and scheming won’t do that either.
This is not the blog I intended to write today. But in emailing a friend, I realized this was a moment when I could be vulnerable. My anxiety is rooted in control (of which I have none!). It robs me of a lot of joy. I never trust, never fully settle in, never breathe fully.
For some, coming home for Christmas is not easy or possible. For some, the joy of the season is lost in regret, loss, loneliness, isolation. This is a hard season for a lot of people. People are hurting, feel alone, away from loved ones, in mourning. This is not a time of gifts, togetherness, and unending happiness for all. For some it is a very broken Hallmark moment.