I believe everyone experiences a moment where the world stops and they ask themselves an important question, “What in the world am I doing, here?” Suddenly the room you are in- it doesn’t make sense. The conversation you were listening to- why are you having this conversation? A breaking point, if you will.
Well, my breaking point came yesterday. Sitting in class listening to a lecture about my future- all the tests, regulations, classes, and portfolios I had to take and make before I could be a teacher. Sitting in the third row, being assaulted by so so many words, dates, times, requirements, and stupid acronyms, all flying at me like bullets, I broke. Blinking hard to keep back tears and a public breakdown, I wondered, “Why, God? I can’t do all of this…It’s too much. I can’t handle all these hands pulling on me every which way. It is too much for me. I want a time out.” All of a sudden, I questioned God’s plan for my life. Was I really meant to be a teacher? Was I really meant to be at SPU? All I knew so confidently was floating away from me- up in the air as they say.
Could it be that I am simply super stressed, in the throng of finals, unsure about my living situation, and working two jobs? Yes, that is most likely the source of my craziness. But I think there are times when everyone deals with a moment like this. It reminds me of David’s psalms. I always turn to the psalms when I feel strong about anything-strong love, strong anger, strong sorrow, strong joy. I find so much comfort in the psalms David writes when he is completely in distress, despair, discouragement.
He cries out to the Lord, “Why have you left me to deal with this on my own? I can feel the Enemy’s breath hot on my neck. Where are you, God?” Don’t you ever feel like that? Isn’t it amazing that these feelings of uncertainty and despair are in the word of God? And what’s more, they were written by a man “after God’s own heart.” It is so completely encouraging! You can cry to God! You can yell at God! You can ask God what you are REALLY thinking, not just the stuff you think you should be thinking.
So I yelled at God. I cried with God. And like each of David’s psalms, I ended by Praising my wonderful, lovely, forgiving, understanding, beautiful, perfect God. It was my psalm to God, and, flawed and selfish and brutally honest as it was, I know it was beautiful to God.
God calmed down my fluttering heart, steadied my gaze upon Him, and reminded me that I promised to go on this amazing journey called “Life” with Him.
I once read that those who are passionate by nature fly to the highest heights, but also plunge to the deepest depths. If I am anything it is passionate. God, I pray that you would be my autopilot. When I want to dip low, steady my course right above the clouds where I can glimpse your beautiful sun.


