I had a mess on my hands. A five-year mess few people knew about. That mess was my clutter which kept me emotionally bound and unhappy in the environment I created. I remember very well when the clutter started when we lost our first child. I lost the desire to do very much or to try to keep anything tidy.
The mountaintop experiences with God are so pleasant. Don’t you just love them! There isn’t anything you can’t accomplish. No dream that will remain unfulfilled. No assignment too great or too small. It is a sweet place to be until you have to come down from the mountaintop to a valley drop.
Last week I had the privilege of speaking with a room full of pre-medicine students who are a part of the Multicultural Association of Pre-Health Students at Baylor University. I can admit now that I was a little nervous about what to present that would meet the goal of talking about my career while educating the students in the significance of how they show up in the healthcare profession.
While scrolling through my Facebook timeline, I see messages of “success.” Most of the stories speed through the difficult times to focus on much happier experiences of living the “dream life.” Even in our everyday conversations with other people, we briefly mention the challenging times and make sure to get to the good moments quickly.
I have the honor of being a part of an accountability sisterhood each Monday morning. We come together, we pray, we share our wins, and we share our challenges. It is pretty awesome! During our call this week, I was reminded of something so significant: being honest with God about how we are doing.
Those in the helping profession can agree that we have a heart for people, sometimes to a fault. We give until we cannot give anymore, feeling that if we aren’t present someone will lose out. There is gnawing guilt if we don’t answer the phone call, the e-mail, the text, the smoke signal (just kidding on the last one) that somehow someone will suffer.