I had an emotional crisis a while back. Not a breakdown or anything
hospital-worthy. Something
confidant-worthy. Due to circumstances,
accessing a confidant was trickier than normal.
It struck me, for the first time in this way, that there is no one in my
life to whom I ought to be a priority. My
friends ought to make their own spouses and children their priorities. I still don’t have a pastor, though I have
several acquaintances who serve congregations of their own. I have a lot of friends, and they are the
good kind who make sacrifices to love others well, even if we aren’t their
topmost priority. I even have parents
who help me with car emergencies, or when I am too sick to drive myself
somewhere. So usually I can find someone
to help single, grown-up me out if I need.
But this is what I was realizing: each time something comes
up, I have to sort it out and select which people I ought to reach out to. There is no one person that I ought to go to
first. That can be exhausting and
lonely. Just being honest.
To God be all glory.