...in the midst of my bad day.
The past month has been a difficult one for me. Even blogging took backseat in my life as I had to deal with unexpected hardships and heartaches. I've always thought of myself as a strong person, someone who can get through anything by herself. I still believe that, but I've learned a few things along the way.
To put it simply, things just weren't going right. I changed my college major during my last year of school - I just wasn't sure what I wanted to do anymore (which was hard considering the constant nagging of certain parents). My job was getting more and more busy, leaving little time to spend with anyone. I learned that I didn't know how to manage my money very well. And then, last but not least, a relationship I was very happy in suddenly ended.
It was just not my time. In my sadness, I started to shut people out - the people who loved me enough to care to ask. I thought I could deal with it on my own. But in the end I realized that it's not that I couldn't but that I shouldn't.
My friends listened endlessly, and my family showed their support any way they could (even just by constantly calling even when I wouldn't pick up).
Their love reminded me of the love that God has for us. Even when I haven't talked to Him in forever, or when I pushed Him away - He's always there. Just waiting to listen, waiting to help, waiting to love.
Just when I thought I couldn't handle my struggles on my own, I realized that I didn't have to. Because God is always with me.
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