Dear Complainers,

On my worst days, I often try thinking to myself that the woman who survives this will thank me one day for not giving up. You see, one of my highest ambitions and intentions is to crawl out from under this wreckage and laugh at all the things that had the slightest thought of burying me.

I also like to smile, shrug it off, and try to remind myself that things could be worse.
I could be in debt. I could be jobless or homeless. I could be in a wheelchair or in a more terrible situation.

So what’s a bad day look like to you? Tell me about your bad day. Talk to me about the traffic this evening. About your boss, your co-workers and how you’ve been trying to get rid of your job you loathe but desperately need in order to pay your bills. Tell me about the rude woman who bumped into you and complained because you didn’t bother saying “excuse me”, when it was clear that you had the right-of-way.

Did your dog tear up your Christmas gifts? Did your alarm clock scream, steal the key to your smile then drove it up to 6AM and crash, totaled your peace and the insurance couldn’t cover your sleep schedule? Tell me how blessed are we to have tragedies so small, it can fit the tips of our tongues, you can barely taste it.
You see when my aunt’s husband accidentally ran over his 5 year old daughter, he became speechless. When the guy from high school sexually assaulted my friend, she didn’t speak for 24 hours, and when my uncle was shot in another foreign country, we had to send a whole search party to find my mother’s voice.

There are people out there who feel like their world is falling apart around them because of bombs being dropped from the sky. People who are constantly bullied, judged, hated, assaulted and sometimes even murdered because of the color of their skin. Families torn apart because some people can’t afford lawyers to help them in cases of immigration and those secrets are kept in order to keep the house from feeling like a puzzle with missing pieces. 21st century girls and boys who are abandoned because mom’s and dad’s would rather live in a world filled with drugs or other addictions rather than nurturing the very beautiful thing they created, the very beautiful thing that some couples cannot create.

Often times, people don’t really see and have no clue that catastrophe and silence are in the exact same location.
This is when your days are a museum of disappointments hanging from events that were outside of your control. It’s when you find yourself flailing helplessly, in a sea of, “why is this happening to me?” and while you’re drowning pleading for help, it feels like they’re just standing there at the edge shouting to you, “learn how to swim.”

When it feels like your guardian angel put in his two-week notice two months ago and just decided not to tell you. When it feels like God is a baby sitter that’s always on the phone which isn’t true in fact, He is there, but you’re so darn focused on what you can see, you forget to take a couple of big steps back to see the bigger canvas.
It’s when you get punched in the gut by a fistful of life wondering how to win this fight, but remember that every year, about three to four million people die of dehydration and so it doesn’t matter if the glass is half full or half empty, there’s water in the cup, so drink it. 

Here’s a fun fact: after you workout, your body repairs or replaces damaged muscle fibers through a cellular process where it fuses the fibers together to form new muscle protein strands or myofibrils. It increases the thickness and number of muscle. You see, muscle is simply created by repeatedly lifting things that are heavy, or that have been designed to weigh us down, so when your shoulders feel heavy, and your surroundings and sorrows have become baggage that you can’t stand holding anymore and your arms are about to give out, stand up straight, lift your chin, and you can even call it exercise. This life is a gym with a membership that has a really complicated cancellation policy. But remember that you will survive and things could be worse. 

When the world crumbles around you, you have to look at the wreckage and then build a new one out of all the pieces that are still there. Don’t let it bury you. Remember you are still here and that God still loves you and is FOR you. Nobody is too broken for the grace of Jesus.

“And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful.” —Colossians 3:15

The human heart beats approximately four thousand times per hour, and with each pulse, each beat, each throb and each palpitation, whisper the simple, tender yet powerful words,
“you are still alive.”


So act like it. 

Love you buckets,
Mal.

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