Moody

I've been in a mood lately - probably for weeks now, maybe even longer.  A constant state of frustration and irritability, and that's on top of mild depression and a growing case of social anxiety, and tack on some hefty burnout, too.  It's bad enough that people who see me regularly have noticed and expressed concern.  They aren't wrong. This negative attitude and grumpy mood is proof that I'm not mentally or emotionally in a great place.

It's been at work that this mood has been most noticeable, I think.  I'm surrounded by grown people who don't seem to be able to act like it.  People who want to get paid but don't want to earn it.  I end up feeling like I'm babysitting and cleaning up after them and that isn't supposed to be my job.  But even in my own time, I'm struggling to find the gumption to handle adulting responsibilities beyond going to work and paying bills.  

I don't think I'm a particularly selfish or self-centered person.  But my never-ending internal dialogue is usually a lot of introspection and analysis of myself, my experiences, my interactions with the people around me.  It can be hard to get out of my head, to let go of what I can't control, and focus on more productive things.  In the past, spending time with a good friend and focusing on them for a time has helped with that. Of course, those opportunities are much fewer these days. 

Today, I saw a post on Facebook from a lady who is a friend of a family member.  She posted the question, "who needs prayers this week?"  Most of the responses I saw were people asking for prayers for their family and friends, though some asked for themselves as well.

She does this about every week, so it wasn't new to me, but for some reason, today it brought tears to my eyes.  I always thought it was kind and thoughtful, but it hit me that it's so much more.  I was touched by this woman's open willingness to pray on behalf of others, many of them strangers to her. Strangers!  What a sweet, loving, and compassionate service to offer.  And it reminded me that sometimes we need to focus outward.

I've talked before about self-care and that is very important because we need the balance it brings.  But it's equally important to take time to think outside ourselves, time to focus on someone else, and find ways to be of service to our fellow human beings.  Taking time to serve one another helps us to love our neighbor and even helps us to have a clearer perspective on our own struggles.

I can readily admit that this is not easy for me and there are plenty of personal struggles to justify why that is.  But then again, doesn't that just mean I need to try harder?  Burn out and feeling that our own emotional needs aren't being met can make it feel near impossible to give part of our time and energy to someone else.  In doing so, however, we will find our own spirits lifted, our own burdens easier to carry.  And along with that, our grumpy moods will improve, too.

Make weak things strong

Getting religious today.

There is a scripture in the Book Of Mormon that I have always liked.  It was one I memorized in seminary (during high school) and I'm sure it's still part of the the curriculum.  I know it's been part of discussions in Sunday School lessons, as well.

The scripture is Ether 12:27: "And if men come onto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them."

I've heard a few different interpretations for this verse, mainly about what it means to have weak things become strong.  Does it mean that weaknesses become strengths? Maybe. But I don't really think so.  As I've gotten older and lived more life, experienced more trials and challenges, I've come to think its more that we become strong because of our weakness.

Our weaknesses have the purpose of keeping us humble, which also makes us more likely to seek the Lord's help in overcoming those weaknesses. With the help of our Heavenly Father and Savior, through the guidance of the Holy Ghost, we can overcome the challenges of our weaknesses.  This makes me think of how our bodies change as we exercise. As we walk/run, lift weights, etc., our bodies get stronger and are able to do more for longer.  I think the same things happens on a spiritual level when go to our Heavenly Father in humble prayer to do better with the things in our lives that are hard.  The weakness doesn't really go away or suddenly become something that is strong - more that we become stronger and more able to overcome.

I saw a quote today that I feel connects with this concept (and my apologies: I couldn't find it again, so I don't know who to give credit to). It was this: "Our trials don't define us, but they can refine us."  What an important message!

Maybe we have made poor or unwise choices in the past.  Maybe we've allowed temptation to to get the better of us.  Maybe we've allowed some "weakness" to become a crutch or excuse.  If you're like me, you can feel a lot of guilt over such things and can really beat yourself up over it.  But the trials we endure and the challenges we face because of our weaknesses don't have to define us. That's the beautiful thing about choices and repentance - we have the opportunity to change.  Putting in the work and the effort to change and do better is what refines us.

It's not easy to look at ourselves and see our weaknesses as opportunities to grow.  For some of us, seeing those weaknesses can make us feel like we're failing.  But I believe as we keep trying to do better, and we keep trying to make good choices, our Heavenly Father will bless us with the strength to do and be better - He will make us strong.

Hope

Today is by brother's birthday; he would be 43 if he were still with us. He's been gone since 1995 and was 17 when he died. I remember when we hit the 18 year mark and how that felt significant because he'd been gone longer than he was here. It's still bizarre to think he's been gone the majority of my life.

Every year on his birthday, and on the anniversary of his death, he is on my mind. Some years, it's just part of the day and memories flit around throughout. But sometimes, like today, it hits me pretty hard and feels more like he's only been gone a year or two, rather than over 25 years.

I don't know what the difference is or why it's harder some years than others. Maybe it's just the nature of grief - because you never "get over" losing a loved one. Even though your life continues to grow around it, that hole stays in your heart always. So I guess it's not really surprising that there are times it can feel so much bigger than others.

My big brother has been on my mind all week. There have been many times over the years that I have desperately wished he were still here. Wished that I had him to turn to for his opinion or advice. I've hoped that we would have become better friends as we got older. And I have wished for our family to feel a little more whole.

I do believe and have faith that I will see my brother again because I believe that families are eternal. But today my heart is heavy, feeling that loss from so many years ago, missing my brother, feeling something like homesickness for the missed opportunity to know each other as adults. Even in the sadness and grief, though, my faith in eternal families gives me peace and hope.

At the end of the day, that peace and hope is what I reach for and cling to. It's how I made it through those first and most difficult years. It's what keeps me going. It's what reminds me there is a purpose to this life. 

I'm sure a few more tears will be shed today. I'm also sure that my faith, and the peace and hope it brings, will continue to get me through and give me comfort and rest.