Earlier this week, I sent out an email to a few friends asking them to pray for me as we enter the winter months and as I approach the big 3-0. I’ve mentioned here before that I struggle with seasonal depression (side note: it wasn’t until I lived in Louisville that I found out Seasonal Affective Disorder was even a thing, and, prominent naysayers notwithstanding, just knowing it exists made me feel so much less crazy), and I wrote a bit of a whine to them, honestly. I felt really low, really sad about life and being single and childless and weeks away from my
expiration date thirtieth birthday waaaah waaah waaah, and I was griping at the Lord a little bit.
But he didn’t smite me. Nope. Instead, within 24 hours of sending the email, not only did I get two incredibly supportive replies from two of my dearest friends, these items popped up in my blog reader:
This article by Paul Tripp, on 5 Reasons Why God Calls Us To Wait.
This Boundless article on not wasting your disappointment in bitterness or frustration with God.
OK! Geez! I get it!