I saw this picture from March a couple days ago. I was so genuinely happy in this picture.
I’ve always been a super honest person. I hate lying. I hate inauthenticity. I hate passive aggressive people or someone who beats around the bush. Tell me how you feel, I can take it. I’m grateful that my family and friends have been able to look at me and say you’re not yourself. You’re not happy. You’re always caring about everyone’s feelings and wellbeing and you don’t take care of yourself. You’re not nice to yourself. You don’t rest. Truth is truth. I must confess that my joy hasn’t been this complete. I almost envy the girl I see in this picture. I could blame my unhappiness on a number of life circumstances that have been discouraging, sad or frustrating. I spend a lot of time blaming myself and wishing I could undo certain life events. But no, Joy hasn’t been a daily reality, because I’ve been doing a poor job of resting. I don’t know how to rest. Sure, I know how to sleep (really well, actually). But do I know what it means to rest? To turn off my brain from worrying, from planning, from being concerned, busy, and guilty? It’s time to take care of ourselves: our minds, our emotions, our bodies. It’s true that when our minds are fixed on God, he will keep it in perfect peace. It’s true that the only way to escape the path of unhealthy mental patterns like worry and guilt are to plunge ourselves into the truth of God’s word, trust God character above everything else and think on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, admirable, excellent and worthy of praise (Philippians 4:8). You can’t help others until you put your own oxygen mask on. So take care of yourself. Please.