Some Days, It’s Just Surviving
Some days, it’s just surviving. It’s really easy to write the words, but living it… is another thing. I sit there pondering all day as my eyes wander through the Bible, prayers flowing out, but distraction can often pull me inwards and my mind… always wondering, always searching—dives deep into a lifetime of memories. I pull the emotions and feelings from my thoughts without fear. It’s how I was created. To feel deeply. To be a voice. To be fearless in my examination of how human I am.
I work hard to thrive. To push beyond my limitations every day. But here’s the thing—like everyone else, I have limitations. Many I never saw coming. And many more I would have never chosen to sit in or let stop me. And some days… it’s just surviving.
And my mind spins. Why is it so hard to just lay it out there and say, Lord, I’m having a really bad day. A hard week. A brutal month. Have we been led to believe that we should only praise God and leave out the struggle? That we shouldn’t speak our pain into the wind, lest He hear it? Because I know for me, if one of my children were wrestling with something, I’d want them to open up. I’d want to listen, to comfort, to remind them that no matter how hard it gets, they are not alone.
Would I solve all their problems? No. That road, they must walk. But I would walk with them. I would be a safe place for them to fall, a steady hand to guide them, a voice reminding them that they are loved even in the mess.
And that’s how I see the Father.
“Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” — Matthew 11:28
How powerful is that verse when we see it from the view of a child? Me, crawling into His rest with everything—every struggle, every hurt, every pain, illness, addiction, and weary breath I have left. He never asks me to be anything other than His. He never turns away my burdens or tells me I should have handled them better. He simply says, Come.
I know there will be better days. Oh, I’ve lived them. I’ve stood in the warmth of answered prayers, laughed in the joy of unexpected blessings, and treasured the moments when life felt lighter. And I know I will stand in those moments again.
But hard days come, too. Days when the weight is unbearable. When the prayers feel unanswered. When the strength to keep moving forward seems impossible to find. And those days? They count too.
Because the beauty of this journey isn’t just in the thriving. It’s in the holding on. It’s in the whisper of God, help me in the middle of the night. It’s in the tears He catches when no one else sees. It’s in the promise that even on the hardest days, we are never alone.
“Weeping may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” — Psalm 30:5
The night may feel long. The burden may feel relentless. But morning will come. The light will break through. And until then, surviving is enough. Holding on is enough. Because even in the struggle, God is still God, and He is still carrying us through.
So if today was just about surviving, lovely, I want you to know something… you still made it. And that matters more than you know.
Love, Sarah x.
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A "scene" came to mind as I read this today. It took me to a time when a dear lady would summon me, a child, to come to her when she sensed my need. She simply beckoned me with her hand ..... come here....come closer......I know, little one. As I read this today, I know that my Abba Father invites me to that kind of safety and assurance and, yes, rest. There is rest from whatever has you hurting, wandering, worrying. Thank you for writing today.
God bless you dear sister for always knowing just the right things to say. For acknowledging and giving a voice to the not okay parts of us It is a gift of encouragement to read your posts regularly. Thank you!