Yesterday I had a mini faith crisis. Or maybe it’s that I was upset with God for not being more responsive. Or maybe I was just tired since I got up way too early yesterday. Actually, it was probably a combination.

Anyway, I scheduled a meeting with a high-capacity person only to find out that our quarterly HQ prayer retreat had already been scheduled on the same date, but hadn’t made its way to my calendar yet.

So I said, “We need to reschedule the prayer retreat.” As you can imagine, that dog didn’t hunt.

And then I said it. Out loud. Where I was. In my mea culpa email back to the office…

“Frankly, I was just thinking I have prayed plenty and what I really need is to see some movement.”

And there it was. Out in the open. We all feel like that a lot of the time, don’t we?

It’s a good thing when we are completely honest and vulnerable. It’s cathartic to have someone know what we are going through. It’s probably not good to turn it into a Facebook discussion or other public activity.

But we all need a handful of friends who we can be honest with when we get down, starting with our spouses, if married.

And no one can empathize better than a trusted colleague or two who walk in the same shoes.

And Jesus. Because he cares so much. I try to make Jesus my first, highest, and best thought in every situation. For example, “As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you.” “Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and find rest for your souls.” “If God gives so much attention to wildflowers, most of them never seen, don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?”

That’s how we get through a bad day.

And as usual, it’s 24 hours later, and everything’s fine. “Joy comes in the morning” isn’t just a clever bromide. It’s the truth of God.

I hope you have a great day. Be of good cheer. Even if it takes another 24 hours. God loves you. We love you. I love you.

More to follow, but I think that’s enough for one day.