When You Can't Reach Out, They Reach Up For You

Before diving into today’s post, I want to share a little heart-to-heart. Some of you might have noticed I've been quiet for a while. The truth is, writing those first few posts stirred something deep inside me. It's like reopening wounds in places I thought had long since healed. I had to step back, take a breath, and give myself some space to heal, again. It’s been a journey, but I’m back, hopefully a little wiser and stronger. Thank you for sticking around and for your understanding. Now, let’s get into it.

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There's this moment, a real gut-check, when you realize you've not just let others down, but you've let yourself down too. It hits hard, like a punch you didn't see coming. That's where I found myself – sitting in a space so deep and dark that the idea of even looking up felt like too much.

I've always been the strong one, the go-getter, the 'I got this' guy. But there I was, completely drained. The thought that I might have failed those who mattered most was eating at me. Worse, staring back at me in the mirror was a guy I barely recognized. A guy who'd let himself down.

In those moments, I couldn't even muster the strength to ask for help, let alone reach out to God. I was stuck, frozen in my failures. The irony? I was surrounded by some of the strongest, most faith-filled people I've ever known. They saw the struggle in my eyes, the weight on my shoulders, and they did something incredible – they prayed for me.

Yeah, they literally took my battles to God when I was too weak to do it myself. They stood in the gap, interceding, asking for strength, guidance, and a way out for me.

And the crazy part? He listened. In my weakest, most broken moments, when my own prayers were just silent screams, their prayers became the lifeline I didn’t even know I needed. It was like a slow sunrise after the longest, darkest night. The warmth started coming back, the light started creeping in, and hope – that elusive, slippery thing – started feeling real again.

This experience taught me something vital – it's okay to be the one who needs help sometimes. It's okay to let others carry your burdens to God when you can't. There's no shame in being down. No shame in admitting, “Hey, I can’t do this alone.”

We're all walking this tightrope of life, and sometimes, we're going to slip. Sometimes, we're going to need someone else to be our strength. And in those moments, it’s not just about their strength or your weakness. It's about something bigger – the collective power of faith, hope, and love.

So, if you're in that spot, where all you can see is your failures, and reaching out to God feels like lifting a mountain, remember this: It’s okay to let others lift you up. It's okay to let their faith carry you when yours is just a flicker. Because sometimes, that flicker, seen through the eyes of others, is enough to reignite the fire.

God’s listening, even when your voice is just a whisper in someone else's prayer.

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