On this rainy Sunday, I can’t help feeling mixed emotions. I’m elated about another successful Serve the City LA via Facebook. I’m sad that I couldn’t participate in STC this year. I’m also excited for the mission teams that my church has sent all over the world: Cambodia, Spain, Japan. Praying for you guys.
But I’ve linked this video on my blog today because I’m also sad about Will Gray’s passing this past Friday. Shown on Easter Sunday 2013 at all the services at my church, this video had me crying but yet so hopeful. Rest in peace, Will — I knew your quote was in my update testimony for a reason.
Please pray for the Gray family.
Pray for Will & Angie Gray from jams 90025 on Vimeo.
I’m really, really, really, really worn out. Please pray for me.
Carrying around heartache causes emotional exhaustion and stress. I’m trying to slow down and take care of myself…but how does one deal with this kind of exhaustion? I don’t wanna “cope” but need a tangible solution soon….
What would you suggest? Eat/rest/pray/play with puppy/exercise/repeat?
“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’
‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.
‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’
‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’
‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
– Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
You won’t make me feel worthless, unloved, unworthy. As much as I want to believe that, it doesn’t deny the fact that becoming Real hurts…especially today.