Shake it Out

it's hard to dance
with the devil on your back

so shake it out, oh-oh

My kinder kids have kindergarten problems. She took my crayons. He called me a name. They aren't sharing.

Middle school kids have middle school problems. Fitting in. Wearing the right clothes. Puberty. Acne. Getting the class with the cute boy.

College people have college problems. What do I want to do when I grow up? Who will be my roommate next year? How will I pay for everything? Where is my husband?

It stands to reason, therefore that adults have adult problems. And I am an adult now, whether I want to believe it or not. (Not that I still don't question what I want to be when I grow up...)

cancer.
divorce.

miscarriages.

cheating.

hospitals.

My friends are going through these things now. And I'm hurting alongside them.

I learned a while ago that there are some problems you can't solve (shh! don't tell my kinders!). Some hurts don't magically go away with the right words and a hug. Some actions can't be explained rationally. Some diagnoses can't be expected or reversed.

Sometimes all you can do is pray and sit quietly by their side like Job's friends did.
Then get in your car, shake it off, and ask Jesus to take care of them.

it's always darkest before the dawn