I’ve been in a funk. It began about six months ago as a foggy, shell-shocked feeling that I haven’t since been able to shake.
I’m not referring to a season of depression or even a lingering state of mild melancholy … just more or less out-of-sorts.
It makes sense. My funk. After all, 2012 has been an eventful year for me and my family. I lost my job. Found a new one. Moved … again. And most recently, I began a brand new job (my second one since the layoff).
Even though each event — even the toughest ones — brought innumerable blessings,the sum also has left me feeling spiritually and emotionally fatigued.
Until recently, I adopted a “roll-with-the-punches mindset” and had been ignoring those tiresome, dreary blahs. While I didn’t shut God out of my life during the recent changes, I didn’t invite Him to step closer either. I felt as though I was too busy to read more scripture. Too busy for encouraging words. Too busy to even take time to plan for the days ahead.
The more I trotted forward at my own pace, the heavier life felt.
Recently, I was reminded that I actually need to fit more into my crammed life. Not more items on my to-do list, but more of Jesus. More of His word. More encouragement from other believers.
The more truth and “good stuff” that pervade my days, the less burdened I feel. The fog has lifted and I am emerging from this sleepy funk.Leave a Comment