Disappointment is especially difficult for me because I’ve always dealt with depression ever since I was a child. While this issue has gotten tremendously better ever since I encountered Jesus in my mid-thirties, it certainly reoccurs on days like this when something I set my heart on doesn’t materialize.
Disappointment always gives birth to uncertainty. I don’t know what to do right now. I’m lost for having being at a loss of what was never mine.
Disappointment makes me feel like a failure and a loser. I hate losing more than I hate failing, so it makes me want to quit and never try again. I don’t want to feel like I’m not good enough. I hate that feeling and I hate that I hate that feeling. A good God made me. I am good.
I’m not angry with God. That is some significant maturity from twelve years ago. I mean, I prayed for what I wanted and asked that His will be done. Obviously, this wasn’t His will, so I should be happy, but I’m not. I should be rejoicing for my will not being done, but all I have is disappointment in its place.
I’ll be fine. I’m usually better the next day. I just don’t know what God wants from me. What am I supposed to do? I’m doing what I felt He called me to, but it’s plain as day that I may have been wrong.
How do the saints deal with disappointment? Who’s immune to not having their free-choice not always be in harmony with God’s good, pleasing, and perfect desire? Being a Christian means that I have entrusted Christ Jesus with my life, and that is why the first fruit of our faith is the gift of humility.
Disappointment is an opportunity for humility. I suppose I can never have enough of that . . .
Pray for Me Please!!!