Not feelin' it.

I'm having a rough time this morning....but I'm putting on a happy face! I've been feeling really, really anxious - well, I shouldn't say that, because "really, really anxious" now is NOTHING compared to what "really, really anxious" would have looked like at this time last year. That's the truth, and I'm so thankful for that. It still doesn't feel all warm and fuzzy, though. It's that nagging, sad, overwhelmed feeling........the kind that has so often made me curl into a ball and hide. I was victorious this morning, though. I got up and ready and am at work. I made it here on my own which, again, doesn't sound like much but is HUGE given where I was a year ago.

Why do I put on a happy face? Sometimes we all feel a little...floppy...and that should be okay. When someone asks how we are and we're having a poopy day, we should be able to say, "Honestly, pretty poopy." Yesterday at church we addressed the topic of hypocrisy in the church, and how we - as Christians - feel this need to act like we have it all together, even when we really just don't. This covers a lot of stuff, really....covering up our sins (or acting like we don't even have them)....pretending to be happy when we're not at all....on and on. It's a plague.