You know those things in your life that you’ve wrestled with forever? The struggles that come up in your journal pages, in group prayer request time, or plague you each night. The rough spots that you desperately want God to grow in you.
I’m not talking about the things happening to you, like infertility, family tension, or taking care of an aging parent. I’m talking about those things that you have some control over but can’t seem to get a handle on.
I have those, too. And goodness…I’m so over them. I’m tired of wrestling with the same things. I do feel a bit like the definition of insanity, bemoaning every night that I want to go to bed early, put up my phone, or start eating healthier without letting that feeling affect my choices.
Changing feels hard, but at what point do we recognize that this damaging daily barrage of disappointment outweighs the energy it would take to do something different? When do we realize continuing hurts more than changing?
I heard someone recently share a story of a friend who changed a lifelong struggle simply because they were tired of that always being the issue that came up for them each time God pricked their heart.
Have you felt that before? Like it’s just getting old, rehashing the same struggles. But then tomorrow comes, and we jump into the hamster wheel of more of the same and beat ourselves up for it all over again.
Maybe it’s time we ask a question that could quite possibly change our lives: