What do you do when you’re at a really low point? Either in life in general, your job, your relationships? How you handle it can make a big difference, right??
I was a very low point last week. It was the week leading up to our big high school spring break mission trip, which I had been planning/working on since I started my job in October. I worked numerous 12-hour days. The days were filled with making copies of paperwork, finalizing lists, packing materials, weighing materials, making notebooks, changing airline flights, canceling airline flights, shopping. And that was just for the trip in general, not to mention myself trying to get ready for the trip. Oh, and my laptop crashed (which actually I really didn’t care about much by that time).
Needless to say, as the end of the week inched closer, I was exhausted. I was not even yet excited to go on the trip, but knew I would be once we got on the plane and I could breathe, not having to worry anymore about flights, kids, packing, and prepping. It would be a week of camping in my beautiful new blue sleeping bag, 75 degrees during the day working on building a house, spending quality time with my work family, and just being. Well, apparently someone upstairs had other plans.
On Friday afternoon, about 16 hours before our trip call time, I had severe abdominal pain. I went to my general practitioner and she immediately sent me to the ER. To make a long story short, I went to the ER, they ruled out appendicitis (which they really thought it was), admitted me to the hospital, and now, 5 days later, I am finally being discharged to go home. Did they figure out exactly what it was? No; never got much more an infection somewhere. Thanks, doc.
I knew I needed to rest, I was just preferring to do it in a sleeping bag under the stars in Arizona (if that doesn’t sound like a country song lyric….). Now that I have been in a bed for 5 days, I am more rested. Still recovering and it will take a little while (I haven’t been able to eat a full meal since Thursday lunch…). Unfortunately my resting and escaping had to be at the hospital, but maybe God knew that was only place I would do it (not that God wanted me to be sick, but I have to think there’s a plan behind it somewhere). And at least I didn’t get sick on the trip (wayyyyy more miserable.)
Anyway, what do you do at your low times? Simply rest? Escape? Go to a certain place (hopefully not the hospital).