One minute little six-year-old Julio was counting yellow cars as he looked out the window of his mother’s hatchback. The next, he was caught in a nightmare that threatened to take his life. A 7.0 earthquake had hit the Bay Area where he lived, collapsing bridges, buckling roads, and flipping cars high into the air.
Life can deliver spontaneous, unexpected changes that strike disappointment in our hearts like a concrete abutment pinning us to the ground.
The loss of a loved one, the failure of a life dream, the wounds caused by people we loved and trusted, all can cause disappointment so devastating we lose the will to live.
The loudest, shouting overcomer will have dark days where the lies seem like truth, and the will to live can slip away.
I am the problem, the Lie murmurs. Just let me die.
Like Julio, we require a rescuer beyond ourselves.
Our efforts, our good standards and goals, our highest achievements, cannot move the stone that holds us down to our failures. For we are mere humans, fragile flesh and bone, tender hearts. (Even the loudest, shouting, tough, never-give-up overcomers. And the always-looking-like-they-have-it-all-together ones too.)
What is your story of living through disappointment? Share it with those trapped today.