The plan for tonight was to get some new pictures uploaded and posted to the blog tonight for Mins-Game Day 22, but for reasons I can’t really explain, I can’t do anything with email or pictures. It’s possible that this post might not even post! The Mins Game is still in full swing, but I thought I would take a moment and talk about doing hard things.
If there’s anything I would like to minimize in life, it would be the need to do hard things. I don’t mean physical things like trying to get the lid off a jar or going on a four-mile hike – those things are easy! I’m talking about the things that rip your heart out and make you want to flop down on your bed and stay there for a good long time. It’s having to ground your kid for breaking the rules when you really wanted them to be able to go and do that thing they’ve been looking forward to, it’s having to tell people that their job has been eliminated two weeks before Christmas, it’s making the decision that it’s time to take the family pet to the vet for the last time. It’s being a responsible, mature adult when you’d really like it much better if someone else could step up so you don’t have to.
The hard things I listed? Yeah, I’ve had to do them all, plus other things I’d rather not remember. I will never claim this as my gifting, but I do have the ability to do hard things and appear undisturbed by it. Unfortunately, because I can do that, people sometimes think that it’s not a big deal to me, that I’m unfeeling, that I’m unfazed and it’s easy for me. Which makes me want to scream, “I am dying a little bit right now and it’s taking everything I’ve got not to sob uncontrollably. It’s only by my faith and the grace of God that I am still standing. I would give anything for someone else to take my place here.”
This is a season of hard things for me and for some of the people closest to me. I don’t much care for it, especially since we are in this place and life just continues on at it’s usual breakneck pace and if we could just stop and rest and regroup for a minute and get our heads above the waves long enough to take a deep breath . . .
For everyone in this place – who would so much rather be lying on the beach or having a spa day – you are not alone in your pain and suffering. There’s healing in sharing your story and letting people know that you’re doing the right thing, but you hate it. If you want to share, you can add a comment or send me a private message on Facebook.
God willing, tomorrow will be more pictures and stories for the Mins Game and day of no hard things.