Dana wrote a great post yesterday about what she learned last week as she caught herself making mountains out of molehills. Well, I completely share Dana’s tendency to do just that — to overreact and make things harder than they really need to be. And I am grateful that the Pink Typewriter journey is helping me at least recognize when I’m doing it even if I haven’t quite been able to stop the reactions all together.
For me, though, last week held a completely different lesson. I, too, had a stressful week. My 86-year-old dad had to have surgery to remove a malignant melanoma from the top of his head. The week was a stressful one as we struggled to wake him up from the anesthesia, nervously wondered if we needed to call 911, and watched him improve only to have a setback as he developed pneumonia. Complications continued to mount, and he has been in the hospital since Friday. Thankfully he is improving.
My point is that I realized as I pondered what to write for my Pink Typewriter Project post for last week that I simply had nothing to say. There were no words that didn’t sound overly simplistic or inadequate. Yep, that’s the word.
I’ve felt that way a lot over the past few days. Scared, unsteady, unsure of what to do or how to help. Certainly not able to offer wise words to my Pink Typewriter friends. But one thing I’ve realized…
It’s okay to feel inadequate, even to admit to it.
We are, after all, only human. As Dana said, we are a work in progress. And sometimes the things we face in life ARE mountains. They are steep and they are scary and they are hard. But we don’t have to face them alone.
Let me say that again, we don’t have to face mountains alone.
I am thankful to have a relationship with a God who promises to never leave me or forsake me. He was there in the hospital during the scary moments. He was and is holding us throughout every moment. He is faithful and He is true. That’s a pretty awesome thing.
I am thankful to have family and friends who care. There aren’t enough words for how much I love my family, and I am so thankful for them. I’m also thankful to have extended family and friends who call, text, Facebook message and Tweet to check on us and who I know would do anything we needed them to do.
I am thankful for this Pink Typewriter journey. Dana and I talked last week about the fact that you can’t be happy every moment. It’s just not humanly possible. Sometimes things are hard. But I have found myself and my family practicing gratitude more. We’re thankful for each other, for the love and concern of friends and have a list of caregivers for whom we want to be sure to express our gratitude in an official way. And I’m learning that happiness isn’t just smiley faces and bubbles; it is also faith and commitment.
I still feel inadequate. But I think maybe that’s part of the point. Any one of us — alone — might be inadequate at any given moment. But we aren’t designed to rely on our own strength and grit alone. I think I land myself in heaps of trouble when I try to run around and take care of things all by myself. I’m glad I don’t have to depend only on me.
I would love to hear of a time when you relied on friends, family or your faith to get you through a tough time in the comments below. It’s always wonderful to hear personal stories of people who have persevered in the face of struggles.