When my anxieties multiply, your comforting calms me down. – Psalm 94:19 CEB
Last Sunday we lit the pink candle on the Advent wreath at church – the Candle of Joy. I was feeling anything but joy.
It’s been a trying year, and the previous week brought even more challenges. A dear cousin passed away from lung cancer. I hadn’t even known she was sick. After thorough exams by two eye doctors, we still don’t know why the vision in my left eye is cloudy. My children are scattered, all three living in different states: Michigan, South Carolina, and West Virginia. Three of our grandchildren who used to live next door now live over 30 miles away.
DH and I are staying home this Christmas instead of traveling.
And Christmas Eve . . . Ah, that’s going to be hard. We’ll come home after the candlelight service at church to an empty, quiet house. After a lifetime of noise, food, fellowship, fun, and family. No sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the dining room, watching all the chaos.
So, yeah, I’m bummed out.
When folks ask how I am, I say “good.” What a lie! But if I told them the truth, what good would it do? Chances are I’ll get the following words of advice:
“Look on the bright side.”
“Count your blessings.”
“Put on a happy face.”
Well, I don’t wanna.
People mean well, but sometimes I just get tired of those adages, those clichés, those trite statements that seem to overlook my pain. I don’t want to look on the bright side, count my blessings, put on a happy face. Not when I feel my best days are behind me. Not when I feel alone and so very far away from those closest to my heart.
It got me thinking about the stuff of life that steals our joy. So I posted a question on Facebook: “What steals your joy?”
Here are the top three:
- Worry and anxiety. One person wrote, “Worrying and stressing over things I have no control over.”
- Other people and the way they treat us, with negative people taking the top spot in that category for siphoning the joy out of others. Following close behind were people who are mean, pushy, whiny, and selfish. One lady wrote, “My son being a jerk to me now.”
- Being compared and criticized. One woman wrote, “Being yelled at.” How sad.
Completing the Top Ten were finances (“being poor” one person wrote), illness, conflict/arguments/strife, pain, overthinking, and stress.
Looking over the list, I asked myself two questions: Which of the joy stealers come from outside forces and which from within myself? Which of them are ones I can control?
I came up with three things I can do when it seems I’m losing my joy.
First, know where true joy comes from – God. It is a fruit of the Holy Spirit, who abides in me. That being said, it’s OK to be sad. You can still have abiding joy when you’re grieving.
And it’s OK to struggle to navigate the times of transition. Life changes. It is not static, and we must change with it, whether we like it or not.
When you need to shift gears and adjust, know God is right there with you: “When you go through deep waters, I will be with you,” He tells us in Isaiah 43:2. “When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you.” Notice He says “when” – not “if.”
Second, control the joy stealers that you can. Avoid toxic, negative people. Rein in your finances by setting and adhering to a reasonable budget, paying down debt, and making wise purchases. Refuse to worry. Conquer it with prayer and Scripture.
And finally, when you’ve done all you can, give the rest to God.
What is stealing your joy? What are you going to do about it?
When I’m feeling bummed out, Lord, help me as I mourn my losses, adjust to change, and trust You to guide me on my life’s journey. And remind me that weeping may endure for a night, no matter how long that night is, but joy WILL come in the morning (Psalm 30:5).
Read and meditate on Psalm 30
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Michelle, You’ve fast forwarded to what may be our Christmas 2019. This year we’ve enjoyed all of our grandkids (5 of them) in the week between Christmas & the New Year. Next year, 2 of these kids will have moved 1200 miles away. Who knows when they will be able to visit with us? I’m grateful for time with them now and fun visits in the future.
But, in all things, God reigns supreme. My son is reentering the ministry after a time away. I know God’s blessing will rest on him and his family.
Thank you for your thoughts. God bless