I didn’t even cry the day my doctor told me that I had a stress fracture in my fibula and that I would not be running in the OKC Memorial Marathon. I didn’t have a quivering chin when he gave me a sad face knowing I would have to pull out of the race just five days away. I had talked myself into an “it’s only a race” perspective.
The day of the race came and I hopped onto Instagram and saw a video from a friend. And it made me sad. Because this person was doing what I had trained for several days a week come rain, wind, cold, or strained muscles. He was crossing the finish line after running his half marathon.
And the next thing I knew, I was wiping tears off my cheeks. Not because someone had been diagnosed with cancer or because my child was hurt. No, I cried because I wanted to run for and remember those who couldn’t run. To accomplish a goal at age 43 that I never imagined I could. Nothing huge in the grand scheme of things, but still, a loss.
So I grieved.
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Maybe you have the most amazing life, like me, and yet you still have those moments where you feel sadness over small things. It’s hard to accept this because we feel so petty complaining over losses in our lives that are small while others are writhing in pain from the loss of something so much bigger. But those little things do hurt us even if we tell ourselves they don’t.
So we should grieve, but not for long.
We shouldn’t grieve as those without hope. And we certainly should not stay in a never-ending pity party. No, we should recognize our small loss, grieve it and then tell God we trust Him to do what He promised: Use it for our good and His glory.
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My running partner finished the race in record time. She sent videos to us on GroupMe. And when she crossed the finish line, she sent me a text that simply said “Done.”
And I rejoiced.
“My heart and my flesh may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:26
Do you find yourself getting over little losses easy or does it take a while? I’d love to hear your heart and see how you walk through small disappointments in life.