I had originally posted this as a note on my Facebook page a while ago, but I thought it would be great to post it here after comtemplating Donna’s situation more last night. I hope you enjoy it, please don’t forget to visit my sponsors and leave your comments. Thanks ❤ Crystal
A woman’s spirit is a fragile thing. No matter how tall we stand, nor how strong we plant our feet, the slightest unexpected breeze often can uproot us a bit and leave us unsteady. We often seem as though we can carry the world on our shoulders while beautifully dressed and happy to do so. Sometimes, we might even believe that ourselves and do just that without the slightest appearance of a bobble. We shroud ourselves in disguises of smiles and stilettos and continue up that hill, carrying that world, right atop our shoulders. All along the way, feeling the internal struggle. Wondering if we can. Feeling the fatigue. Feeling the isolation. Feeling the doubt. Feeling as though we will never make it. And we wonder why we have committed ourselves to such a feat. The answer comes as a small whisper “If I don’t, who will?”
At the end of the day, we can at least see the top of the hill and we collapse in small victory when we reach the very top. Falling asleep amidst piles of unfolded laundry & half washed dishes, looking at that world we just carried. It has been carefully placed back on its axis and continues to rotate in a quiet and happy hum. In the morning, we disguise ourselves again in our silly shrouded smiles, pick the world back up again and look up to see how far uphill today’s battle will be.
Over the last week I have been run into the ground. I am not asking for praise, just a place to share. I have an incredible need to do the right thing. I think many women…and men…especially moms though, feel the need to do the right thing. We must provide for our families physically, spiritually and emotionally. When our cups are full and we are energized, feeling loved and well cared for ourselves, it is easy to take on that world. We take our full cup and pour a little here….a little there….some over to that one… taking care of other people we encounter during the day. Sometimes we pour a little, other times we need to pour a little more. Every time we pour, our cup becomes a little less full. Sometimes we pour so much, that we forget to refill and our cup is empty. That’s ok, though! I can do it….only a few more miles and I will be able to fill up again. I will be able to rest, recouperate, refill. I can make it twenty more miles on fumes. Fumes of love and passion for who I touch, mold and shape. They need me to meet their needs. How crazy does that sound??? But it’s true. How many of you women out there find yourself running on fumes yet knowing you have quite a distance to go before you can get your cup full again? Let me ask you -and myself- this….What can you possibly give to others if your cup is already empty?
There has to be a way to find solace in the storm. I’m about to celebrate my 38th birthday and you know what I want to do most? Go to bed! I want to take off the disguise, find a nice quiet corner and just cry myself to sleep. And when I wake back up, I want to just lay there and watch HSN for a few weeks. That’s the only thing I know to do these days in order to release the stress and the weight of that world on my shoulders. Well the crying thing, not so much the HSN thing. Just seemed to fit!
So I guess what I am asking…..is what do all of you do outside of prayer…when you have been running on fumes for weeks to refill? When short trips to the salon and women’s conferences don’t seem to do it, what do you do? What can I do? What can my friends do? When you can’t hit the brakes because you’re metal on metal, how do you stop the train? One time I prayed for adversity so that I would be closer to God. Since then, things really have been crazy!! And I must admit, I do pray ALOT more now. Talk about answered prayers. (I have to kind of giggle at that. Probobly the craziest thing I ever prayed for)
Please share anything and everything you are willing to….And thank you in advance for thinking of me and everyone else reading this in hopes that we might be able to use what you share to refill our cups.