Everybody has those days, I guess. The days when being cheerful is harder than some make it out to be; the days when the words 'war' and 'broken' and 'hurt' make you want to cry; the days when the Sun isn't shining, when you want to click your fingers and make some things disappear; the days when you don't think that you have much good in yourself at all. The days when you've kind of forgotten how to love.
A friend wrote me a letter a short time ago that seemed to paint my heart in the words that were written there. 'Perhaps I got proud... and I've hit smack-bang into a brick wall. I need to pull my socks up, but it seems their elastic is gone and they will keep slipping down.'
And I ache in those days, because I sense that perhaps...I am the problem. The re-ocurring reproach of my life appears again: 'Circumstance does not make you who you are. You make you who you are.' So stop sulking and change things.
No. I can't do that. Not always.
But so much more comfort can be found without pondering hopeless self-help. Jesus makes me who I am. I believe in him. And the Bible says beautiful, true things about righteousness and Jesus, and belief. And so much is relevant to me. To you.