Mama Bunkfish

I hate it when people tell me exactly what I need to hear. Ok, so maybe ‘hate’ is a bit of an exaggeration but I definitely cringe. It’s not because I think I know everything; it’s just that there’s truth to the old cliché ‘the truth hurts’.

If you know my husband you probably wouldn’t use the adjective ‘chatty’ to describe him…he doesn’t really do small talk unless it’s about nerd stuff.  However if you’ve ever talked to him about anything meaningful you know that he will drop little bombs in the middle of the conversation. Like the time he asked me why I was ‘weeping as though there was no hope’ after a pretty rough school year. (I didn’t answer…I left the room and cooked tacos). Or the time he told me to ‘go back to the scriptures’ when dealing with a difficult situation at work.

It’s in those moments that I physically hurt because the truth is painful. He, along with several others in my life, have that effect on me. The bible does as well. You see I can have a tendency to whine when things get hard. But then I’m reminded that if I bring all my burdens to the Lord, He will give me rest (Matthew 11:28-30). When I start doubting pressing forward in the midst of trouble in ministry or work I remember that I’m to press on (Galatians 6:9).

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t like pain. But what I’m learning to accept is that the pain I experience in these truths makes the pain of the world a bit easier to deal with. And even if my husband or someone else I know isn’t dropping bombs I ALWAYS have God’s word.