Monday, March 23, 2015

Some Days

Sometimes, when things go a little dark and quiet over here, it’s usually because I have to process. And it’s never a good idea to process on a blog because, well, someone might read it and my blood and guts might be spilled out on the internet for everyone to read and readers might actually bump into the fact that I’m human.

This past week was one of incredible humanness for me.

I don’t have a snazzy story to go with the lessons I’m learning this week. I don’t have a cute illustration to show all that God is teaching me. All I really have is honesty.


I have felt sad this week. A friend suffers, and I feel helpless to relieve the pain. Another friend dies, and I feel sorrow for the years I’ve missed. I sense tension in relationships and it spills over into my home, taking captive those I love the most.

I have felt helpless in situations way beyond my control.

I have felt grief over losses too big to comprehend.

All of this in just one week.

And to top it all off, we got six inches of heavy, thick, soul-sucking snow this morning.


Some weeks are just like this, you know? Issue upon issue upon issue piles up and the weight bears down until you think you might snap. My shoulders were never meant to carry such burdens.

Neither were yours.


Good Friday is coming, and in a way this scares me just a little because every Good Friday we have a family tradition: we watch “The Passion of the Christ” together. After church, after taking communion, after walking out of the building in darkness and silence, we gather at home to watch the most heart wrenching movie I’ve ever experienced.

“The Passion of the Christ” is hard to watch, and yet, I force myself to do it because I think it’s good for me to be reminded that Jesus suffered too.

There’s that scene when Jesus, having been beaten nearly unrecognizable, is handed his cross and he’s expected to carry it up the hill to Golgotha, the place of his crucifixion. Blood and sweat drip from Jesus’ forehead where his executioners have smashed a crown of thorns into his skin. Bruises already begin to show around his swollen eyes, nose, and lips. His anguish is palpable as he stumbles slowly uphill, step . . . by step . . . by step.

Finally, Jesus falls, unable to carry his cross any longer, and a stranger is summoned from the crowd to carry it for him. The man is strong, healthy, vibrant, but this heavy cross is hard for even him to carry and he stumbles too.

We know the rest of the story. Jesus is nailed to that cross, unjustly accused, and dies the same tortuous death as the thief next to him. In just one day he experiences sorrow, helplessness, grief, and much more.

He knows my burdens.


Thank God the story doesn’t end there. Thank God for Easter. Thank God for the heavy stone being lifted away and for an empty tomb.

Thank God that he sent someone stronger, healthier, and more vibrant than me to carry the burdens I cannot bear.

Some days I just need a savior.


  1. These are hard and good words. Thanks, Shelly.


  2. Oh, friend, thank you for putting your thoughts into words. You blessed me with them.

  3. We all have weeks like that. You are not alone. Putting it out there gives us all a chance to say, "me too."

  4. I'm so glad that our God is the God of "some days." Some days are hard. But Jesus says "Come unto me and I will give you rest." He whispers "I will never leave you, I will never forsake you." He promises "Be of good cheer, I HAVE OVERCOME THE WORLD." And if He has overcome the world, I'm confident that the things that break our hearts on those "some days" are not too much for Him to bear. His greatest gift of all (besides Salvation of course) is Peace. No matter what this life throws at us, He promises Peace if we lay our burdens at His feet. If we quit trying to do it on our own, and rest in His arms, then there is Peace. . . . praying peace into your life today sweet friend. God is good.

  5. Yes, yes. When I reach the other side of "some days," I'm so thankful for "some days" - because if it weren't for the sorrow, the grief, the exhaustion, the pain? I'd forget how desperately I need a Savior. Praying you find peace in these situations, Shelly. Praying you have some Sundays to follow these Fridays.

  6. "Thank God that he sent someone stronger, healthier, and more vibrant than me to carry the burdens I cannot bear." Amen to that. (((hug))) I hope next week is better. xo

  7. Oh yes, the story does not end with His suffering...but because He did, He knows our sorrows too and when our burdens too heavy, He bears them for us. Beautiful.