Your stomach sinks.
Your shoulders give over the the weight of discouragement.
The kind words meant to keep you going and offer encouragement are wonderful, but they still sting.
You were good, but not good enough.
We have all been there.
I was last week, I wanted nothing more than to lie down and cover myself up to the world.
Instead I let it simmer on the surface while trying desperately to push the disappointment down.
When I’m with my friends and share something that disappointments me, I always extend a qualifier, but it’s OK. Then they say to me, it’s OK to be disappointed and sad. I forget that sometimes. I feel like I have to be perfect, upbeat and full of faith.
I trust, but that doesn’t mean I always feel that. It doesn’t mean you actually feel it every moment of every day either.
A couple of weekends ago, I watched the film The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I immediately grabbed the novel from the library, both were written by Stephen Chbosky. The characters were so real and broken, but beautiful.
Hope is always with us though. There is always hope.
For me, that hope comes from my God, I know he’s not leaving me.