Cry Out to Jesus
Yesterday was not my day. I woke up and started the day really well, but somewhere along the lines my classes and homework got the best of me and I became drained and overwhelmed.
A lot of people have asked me how classes have been going so far since I started my junior year of college last week. Last night I realized I’ve been telling everyone that my classes are going well and everything is dandy, but in reality, I do not feel that way.
Classes have been really challenging. I have more reading than I’ve ever had before and it’s hard to keep straight when all 6 of my classes are structured that way. I just started a new job on campus and I’m entering into a new club leadership role. Learning the ropes has not been easy. Last night I turned to my roommate and said, “I honestly don’t know how I’m going to get everything done.”
Reflecting on how I put up such a front with people when they ask me how I am, even with people who genuinely care and want to hear about my struggles, makes me think about how I do the exact same thing with God in prayer.
I put up a front for God, the Lord of Lords, who already knows exactly what I’m thinking and what I’m dealing with. The one who longs to have a deep relationship with me. It’s silly to try and act like everything is ok with God because He already knows. David in Psalms cried out to the Lord in sorrow and anger. He was real and vulnerable with God. This is the relationship I want to have with my Father.
God is a big boy and can handle our feelings. He longs for us to reach out to Him in the midst of our pain; not hide it from Him. There is nothing we could ever say or do that could make Him love us any less. His love endures forever.