I’ve always related to George in the movie It’s a Wonderful Life.
Maybe that’s how you find the people who feel like they don’t belong. Maybe that’s the litmus test for people who feel like they don’t belong. Maybe we all kind of feel like we don’t really belong?
George did things the right way, and it seemed to make his life worse. Harder.
Financial, personal, and family burdens overwhelmed him. The good of the past can feel so far away, and so unlikely to ever return again in the face of a crisis that looms unending.
As George felt overwhelmed by the burdens of life and the responsibility of family, he made a wish that he was dead. He quickly revised the statement, recognizing that it would be painful for his family members if he died. He instead wished that he had never been born. In the movie, George got to see what the world would have been like if that statement were true. If he hadn’t ever been born. And He saw how much his life mattered.
I guess I sort of just wish that George’s story will be mine some day.
That one day, God will show me that he used my life for good and that I matter.
Because sometimes, when my life feels insignificant, it’s encouraging to remember that it’s not.
In psychology the professor told us, “People with depression have an attribution style that is internal, stable and global. It sounds like “I suck. I suck at everything. I (or my life) will always suck.”
It can be a fight to have an attribution system that is closer to the truth. It can be hard to have an external, unstable and specific attribution style. “I failed at this one thing, and these circumstances played a part. I will get better at this thing. My life will get better.”
Yeah, and maybe the hardest of all is the Truth itself. It is sovereign, eternal, and assured. “God has allowed me to experience this hard thing. It has an eternal purpose. This grief/pain/brokenness/depression is not forever.”
I told it to myself, talked myself out of that internal/stable/global style, but I’m not sure that I really believed that I would ever feel crazy joy again.
Can I be honest?
There were days/weeks I felt like George Bailey and wished that I had never been born. I would never harm myself, but heaven seemed so far away, and life looked like a whole lot of pain and not a lot of joy stretched out before me. God not creating me, or at least not the way he wired me, seemed tempting.
But what’s lovely is looking back at how God’s love was enough in the darkness to sustain me to a full joy. Even on my worst days, at the worst times, when things felt wrong in so many different areas, God’s love sustained me through the darkness.
It’s easy to praise the light in the light, but it’s easiest to notice the light in darkness. It can be easiest to lie prostrate in the darkness. It’s our desperation in the darkness that compels us to position ourselves to hear God’s voice, even if that means climbing a mountain.
He came close and He met me night after night and He spoke truth and yeah, I might have missed out on so much joy now if it weren’t for Him. And I definitely would have missed out on joy then.
The pastor said it…how life is full of mountain-top experiences and it’s full of valleys, but how God gives us the mountain-top experiences to help sustain us through the valleys. And it’s true. I’m grateful for this mountain-top experience, which is just an example of God’s faithfulness…of His desire to always sustain me to the other side of the darkness where He has joy planned.
The journey will be more pleasant, and even if the hard doesn’t end here, I know that on the other side of eternity, all of us who are living obediently to God’s will and abiding in Him will have our George Bailey moment with Jesus.
Footnote: My advice for those battling through a valley right now? Read One-Thousand Gifts and The Broken Way by Ann Voskamp.
“The joy of the Lord is my strength” “In His presence is fullness of joy”