I expected some good news yesterday. Something exciting! This news, I felt, could be a breakthrough for me. I expected it because I was given “hints” of it. I told my family and a friend what I was expecting. I couldn’t wait.
I watched for its arrival all day long. All. Day. Long.
I watched for it throughout the evening as my husband and I celebrated Valentine’s Day with dinner and a musical with friends.
As I climbed into bed last night, however, I was met with the painful disappointment that the good news never came.
Not only did I not receive it, it appears this morning that it was given to someone else. I’m happy for the other person, but this was like pouring salt on an already painful wound.
Wow. I never expected this one. This was the second big disappointment for me this week. Needless to say, soon the pity party commenced in my living room, with classic party favors found at a typical party like this… feeling sorry for myself, sadness, the desire to consume comfort food (the bag of Doritos were screaming loudly at me), wanting to stay in my pajamas and under a blanket all day, a splitting headache, and an overall feeling of discouragement took over in a short amount of time.
Thankfully, my husband didn’t join my party, and neither did my friend whom I texted the news to. Their words of encouragement broke the party up, almost as quickly as it started.
Because of their encouragement, I turned my focus to the One who understands grief, disappointment, and frustration. I read Psalm 62. Verses 5-8 spoke clearly to me in The Voice translation:
My soul quietly waits for the True God alone because I hope only in Him.
He alone is my rock and deliverance, my citadel high on a hill; I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my significance depend ultimately on God; the core of my strength, my shelter, is in the True God.
Have faith in Him in all circumstances, dear people.
Open up your heart to Him; the True God shelters us in His arms.
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