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It's Okay to Not Be Okay

How often do we go through life pretending that everything is great; we post only the best photos, we smile when we would rather cry, and we float through life faking it the best we can. We run into friends at church on Sunday mornings and chat about how wonderful we are and how great everything is, but we leave out the fact that all we could really use is a hug and a gentle reminder that it's perfectly okay to not be okay. In fact the crazy part of it all is it's perfectly normal to go through life with emotions, heck Jesus himself felt emotions. I'm sure we all remember when he got mad in the temple and flipped the table, well in that moment he wasn't okay.

As a new mom still adjusting to this wonderful world of motherhood I find myself not okay pretty often. I'm either exhausted because the baby didn't sleep or because the baby nursed all day, or I'm feeling a little lost trying to rediscover my role as Brittany, or I'm just a little anxious because life is a little stressful. All of which are completely normal feelings, feelings that we should bare with open hearts. Feelings that we should take to the Lord because he is there to give us rest. He is there to comfort us when it feels out of control. He designed us to not be okay so that we can rely on him and on those he put in our lives. He has designated people for us to find rest in and seek guidance through. He created the church not so we can just worship him but also so that we can be in fellowship together. So that we can bare each other's crosses and support each other in any way necessary.

Next time you walk into church and you realize your not okay wear it openly. Invite others to bare your cross with you and the lord will give you rest!

Isaiah 40:29 “He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.”

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