First of all, we are flawed, but we were designed this way.
But to believe this is a bad thing, is simply Satan using our weaknesses against us. He caqn only pull us down if we believe him. However, the same feelings brought to Jesus, and asking him to help us draws out an entirely different cenario.
I do believe that in copeing better, we handle life better, and the different tasks, or situations that are in front of us. So here in lies the trick to copeing. Consider the ability to handle things like a womans cycle. We know exactly why we are teary, bloated, cranky, miserable, and it is worsened by thoughless behaviour. So trying to not make trouble, knowing we are deeply flawed at this moment, we do not say much, and hold back. A volcano is what we produce.
In situations where we know we do not have huge amounts of controle, we must realize that it is good to ask for devine intervention. Heaven has an army at our ready to help us, so ask away. Ask God, a saint, a beloved one passed on, …anyone to interceed on our behalf. The more praying, the merrier.
Then remember yourself…pamper yourself, like it was a spa treatment. Make a warm bath, set the getto blaster next to you, and heck, add a glass of wine and candles…and lock the door!
This is your time, your space. You are loved, and cared for by the father, and it pains him to see us not give to ourselves. Get comfy in them bubbles, listen to just the right music (i aim for sad, as to pull this forth, and place at the cross). Sing along, sip the wine, and stare into those candle flames.
All that is there is you, and what you are thinking. It is actually un-nervingly quiet without song for me, as the music, singing in my pain, draws me closer to lifting my spirit to the Lord. Usually a good cry happens, and if really good, i ball my eyes out, and talk to God as if he was on the phone with me, or sitting with me in the garden.
Then i ask for the greatest gift of all. I tell him how beautiful it was to share my troubles with him (man this pleases him sooooooo much…it is all he asks of us, and graces fly from him) I admit i tried to do it alone, and failed, but together, with him, i can do anything. And if this is before me for a reason, i accept this. But what i ask for is this…THE GRACE TO ENDURE!
This means i am asking him for the ache, and sadness to leave me so that i can get back up from the floor, see clearly, and move forward…with HIM.
If we can not change our situations, at least ask for the ability to be a stronger mother and wife, so we see clearly, and not fall prey to loss of hope with old red legs (S.) Just to simply arm us with the tools we need to get it done better, with him.
These are the dearest, most vulnerable, honest cries i have ever had…and also the most fofillingly spiritual.
Try it jeanannemarie…i am off to do this myself after two days of crying, i forgot to Bring it to the Lord!
Lana