Have you ever been in a funk that you just couldn’t seem to get out of? I’ve spent the last several weeks in a fog that just hasn’t seemed to want to lift. I’ve had some little health stuff going on and had to have a couple of little medical procedures done. There are a few more little procedures on the horizon as well. This has all left me feeling just plain worn out physically, but it has all left me feeling emotionally spent as well.
Have you been there? Maybe it wasn’t a health related issue. Maybe it was a relationship issue, a work issue, or just circumstances in your life that had you in that funk. Whatever it is that put you there, Funkytown is really not a great place to visit and it’s even worse to settle in and dwell there a while.
And that’s what I was doing. I was dwelling.
I was totally content to just sit in that foggy, hazy Funkytown and dwell there.
Last week I started to realize just what I was doing. I started to realize that I had set up shop in Funkytown and gotten pretty comfortable there. (Really folks, it shouldn’t have taken me so long to see the error in my ways. A couple of weeks in, I went 8 days without putting on real clothes or leaving my house. Which felt glorious at the time, but, looking back, might have been a tad much. Not to mention that I binge watched a ridiculous amount of Netflix. Which also felt glorious at the time, but wasn’t even remotely productive and kept me from doing the things I should have been doing.)
I knew I needed to pack it up and leave Funkytown, but it was just so comfortable there. So, I did the only thing I knew to do to make a change. I went back to God’s word and prayer because they are the things that have always brought me stability, strength, conviction, and encouragement. I moved off the couch and back into my regular Bible study and prayer time (which had been mostly set aside for Netflix and naps).
And in his usual, glorious way, when I started moving back towards Jesus, there he was, just waiting for me. Arms open. Ready to draw me closer.
This morning, while I was reading my Bible, I came across something beautiful.
In Luke 15, Jesus tells three parables about someone being separated from something and diligently seeking it until it is found and restored to its’ rightful place. He tells of a shepherd who lost one sheep out of a flock of one hundred, yet the shepherd left the others and went after the lost sheep to bring it back into the fold. Next he tells of a woman who lost a silver coin and turns her house upside down to find it and add it back into her purse. Then he tells the story of the prodigal son who left his father and lived a wild lifestyle, only to be brought low and return to the father seeking mercy. The father lovingly welcomes the son back and restores him to a place of honor.
And God’s word remind us that He does that for us.
Separation. Seeking. Restoration. It is kind of His thing.
I know these parables speak of Jesus seeking the lost, but today when I read these they had new applications for me. Today they reminded me that no matter how discouraged I feel, or how deep into a funk I am, I’m never far from Jesus’ love. When I feel discouraged and distant, he is right there seeking my heart and waiting for my return. He diligently longs for me and doesn’t want me to be separated from him. Just like the wandering sheep, the lost coin, and the wayward son, when I am separated from him, he is seeking me and wants my restoration.
So, today those parables have a new meaning because today the fog is rolling away a little and I’m leaving Funkytown behind. (Not that I’m giving up naps and Netflix, people. That would just be plain silly. I will how ever be enjoying them in much greater moderation than I have been over the last several weeks. ) If you need me, you can find me back at the feet of Jesus.
Love and blessings,