Breath, pray…
Sometimes I need to remind myself to breath. I need to remind myself to pray. There are many of times I have sat in the shower and just allowed emotions to flood my soul and weep to the point I’ll plead with myself to stop. To let it go. Not realizing that there I was… letting go.

Life has its mood swings just like we do. It throws it’s own temper tantrums just like we do. It’s not easy, it’s not fun, it’s more of a circus. Only, you don’t like circuses. They’ve scared you as a child. The unpredictable outcomes, the fire eater, the abnormalities you don’t see everyday, the clowns…. the clowns. You wonder, why? How? What did I get myself into? ! It’s definitely not what you thought.

Sometimes, I’ll need to remind myself that I am brave. Or that I may sometimes be that fool that Proverbs 12:15 speaks of because pride is blinding. It’s a bottomless pit causing you to feel like spiraling out of control.First it’s emotionally then physically. You feel this may be the worst it can get. Until it starts sending you spiraling out of control spiritually. That’s when you really have to remind yourself to breath, to pray, to be brave. It’s a myth to think, ” God does not give you more than you can handle “. Tell that to the mother that just lost her family to an enraged ex.
Rather, he says ” Delight in me”,
” Place your burden on me”, ” I will give you rest and strengthen you to fight another day”.
In scripture we read countless accounts of burdens. Trials and tribulations are the seams of it. But God uses these trials and tribulations. To break us then mold us. If we are willing. But we have to realize that that letting go part (how uneasy that makes us) allows for more cracking. Allowing for a full demolition to commence. We need to quit placing a patch on issues, thinking those issues will cease to exist . Really it is causing more decay. It may look fine and dandy on the outside but it’s dry rotting on the inside. Then it’ll wreak more havoc and cost you more so in the future. I know I can’t control what burdens I bear ; however, I can allow those burdens to strengthen me. I can lean more toward God and a tomorrow.

Though our faith is derived from hope and redemption, sentimental statements such as
“God won’t give us more than we can bear” does not stand with those whose burdens are truly unbearable as the world continues to move moreso toward crucifixion than promise.
Comforting, maybe. . Convincing, no. To tell one so is like pressing their hand against a needle and trying to convince them it’ll only hurt a little. The pain is immense and it’ll definitely leave a scar.

Life can be unbearable. Unpredictable. We’ll face hardships at every level. However, we can survive it.

Breath, pray, YOU are brave.

Amber Elliott

Amber Elliott

We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain (Hebrews 6:19).