It happened again. I got lost. Then I drove around in circles until tears came to my eyes. By the time I found familiar territory and a road leading to my new home, I'd vowed to either move back to the old one or never leave the inside of the new one again. Of course, once I actually arrived at my new home, I realized that neither option was truly a possibility. I started the afternoon being discouraged that I'd become discouraged again.
Eventually, however, I admitted that I needed to spend some time talking to God about the hurts of my morning. I curled up on the couch with my favorite cozy blanket and told God all about my day. I confessed my frustration and discouragement. Then I asked Him to help me hang onto a more positive outlook next time--knowing that there would be a next time, unless I held myself to the rash promise to never leave the house again.
You know what God showed me during that time of prayer? Sometimes I'm just too hard on myself. Perhaps you’re the same way sometimes. We expect ourselves to be more than human and to respond to every crisis with a perfect attitude. But God is still at work, and we’re still maturing children in His eyes. That means the next time we feel discouraged, instead of becoming even more discouraged because of our discouragement, we should turn to God first for comfort, for hope, for strength, and for that promised eternal encouragement. Eternal encouragement: it never runs out! God will offer it as often as we need it; He truly understands.
Thanks for strengthening my Spirit, Lord. Let's try this again! Amen.














