Saturday I woke up with the funk.
You know what I’m talking about. You wake up feeling lazy, tired, having no motivation, but most of all you feel kind of meaningless. Well, at least I do. I think it is one of the worst feelings you can ever experience, and I was sulking in it.
I don’t know about y’all, but sometimes I forget that I can talk to God about whatever, whenever. That includes when I get into these funks. I tell myself, “I’ll just feel crappy about myself now and talk to God about it later.” Well, I actually don’t think that in the moment, but as I’ve sat here thinking about Saturday I realize that is what I do. I don’t engage with God during the hurt because I feel like He can’t do something about the situation immediately, which is completely false. He revealed that to me VERY clearly.
After moping around all morning, I decided to get out of the house and have quiet time with Jesus. I stopped by a grand establishment, Panera Bread, to have soup and read God’s encouraging Word. As some of you know, I am reading through the Bible beginning to end this year… and maybe next year too. I’m currently in 1st Kings, and Saturday I read chapter 10. To sum it up, King Solomon (the current king of the Israelites at the time) was really successful, wise, and wealthy. His leadership was so eye-catching that a queen came to visit him asking how he did it all, and you know what he says?
He gives all the glory to God. Right then I was reminded that that is what I’m supposed to do too! Every single day I have the opportunity to pursue my mission to share God’s goodness, including funky Saturdays. After reading this passage I felt so hopeful and encouraged that I prayed, asking the Lord to turn around my day and give me the opportunity to share the Gospel. Boy did he do it.
After Panera, I hit up a local coffee shop to read. When I get there the power is out, and the barista (whose name is Seth- I find that out later) tells me that they are limited in what drinks they can make for me. And to make a long story short, Seth ends up offering to pay for my drink. I am blown away by his kindness. These kind of things don’t happen to little ol’ Kassie- ever. I thanked him, and grabbed a table so I could read for an hour or so. While reading though, I couldn’t stop thinking about Seth’s kind gesture. His offer was so genuine, kind, and humble; He was in no way doing it to make him feel good about himself, and I realized that was the character of Jesus. Immediately after this realization, God whispers to me, “Thank him again.” So I did. And you know what? We chatted and I found out he was a believer who needed encouragement just as much as I did.
I don’t tell you all of this to brag; in fact, it’s just the opposite. I have hard days y’all. I have days where I feel worthless and see no hope. I have days where the funk hits me so hard that I can’t get out of bed. It’s depressing and painful, but this past Saturday I learned first-hand that God is more than willing to pull me out of that dark pit IMMEDIATELY. He gave me hope, then He showed me that I had purpose. He also showed me that other believers have purpose too, and that they can be just as discouraged or hopeful as I am. This may sound confusing and silly, but it was such a comforting feeling knowing that God can bring two hurting people and have them walk away feeling loved.
If you’re feeling the funk today, I hope that you found encouragement in this. I pray that you’re not like me and wait to talk to God when the pain has lessened. I pray that you run to God the moment you feel empty, because he can make you whole. NOTHING in this world can satisfy but him. One day we won’t even have to worry about the funk. We’ll be singing, dancing, and praising Jesus. I look forward to that.
“Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”