The beauty of a breakdown

So, do you ever have one of those days, where nothing particularly bad happens to you. No one says, "you look tired today", no one fights with you, there are no familial tradgedies but for some reason you are just having a bad day. You feel super stressed and like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. It's like no matter how much the world is trying to cheer you up, it just wont happen, your heart wont allow it? Well, i had one of those days yesterday. I felt overwhelmed with my crazy crazy amounts of school work, and regular work, and all the other little commitments that i feel are necessary. I feel like the chubby kid after going to the buffet line for the first time, like my plate is just LOADED, FILLED TO THE BRIM...with mashed potatos and gravy ooozing over the side and meandering slowly down my arm. On top of that all of my friends that i genuinely want to spend time with...are so busy and i am so busy that i can't seem to find time for them, and on top of that for myself. it is rediculously lame. On top of that my special little friend came to visit a few days early and that was like the straw that broke the camel's back for me... So what did i do? I called my Jenna. and was like HELP! I need you and fattening foods STAT! so she came running like all good friends would, and we drove to sonic. And there in the stall, she was honest with me and i broke down. Balled my little eyes out, freaked...it wasn't pretty. I cried about feeling overwhelmed and feeling lost and lonely. and she listened and didn't candy coat things for me, she told me the truth and for that i am thankful. And actually, just having someone there for me to listen to my rantings and ravings, did so much. And the crying, lord the crying, seemed to really cleanse my spirit. but most importantly, i had to get back to the basics, my underlying motivations for everything. Why am I in school? why am i trying so hard? why am i going to church? why am i dedicated to helping out and having fellowship with my fellow believers? And it helped. I prayed and cried some more, and looked like a mess, with black tears, red nose, and snot galore, Jenna left me and i set off home to once again tackle the mound of homework that seems to always be looming before me. But it is amazing how much better my attitude was. It could have been, the release from crying, or the midol that i took to take the curb of my raging hormones, but i think it was the selfless love of a friend, and the awe inspiring love of the One that has saved me. The one that always loves me despite my constant faltering. So here is to you Lord, and to you Jenna. (and a small little shout out to sonic...)