The pretty little girl had been abused by a close family friend for six years. She finally told her mother, who took no action to protect her. The wise little girl told her teacher, and an investigation took place.
That little girl had great courage. When I asked her why she finally told someone, and kept telling someone until she was rescued, she answered, “Because I was fed up to here!” She waved a small hand across the middle of her forehead.
I knew this little girl would survive and get past this abuse. While the memories may never leave, she would, with help, learn to deal with them and the feelings this kind of heinous crime produces. I admired her. She had gone to someone for help.
Some days I am “fed up to here!” Actually some years have made me feel that way. One year we had many tragedies in our family. They occurred almost monthly: we were farming and our barn burned down with 25 ton of hay stored in it for the coming winter; our daughter’s pet sheep, confined in the barn due to illness, died in the fire; two family vehicles were totaled in separate accidents; three deaths left three chairs empty at our Thanksgiving table that fall; and of course, dealing with all these losses created multiple types of issues to deal with within our family. I was “fed up to here” with tragedies and losses, and fearful of what the next month would bring. I felt marked for tragedy.
These were major events for us, but too many changes in our life may make us feel fed up, even though we might deem them minor—too many responsibilities, multiple demands on our time such as too much to accomplish at work or home, too many committees to attend, too many people asking for our time, and too many telemarketing calls can cause stress.
Added to these are the many national and local news stories of tragedies and fighting. And the unreal reality TV shows.
Where do we go for help? Who do we tell?
“The Lord replied, ‘My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.’” (Exodus. 33:14)
Heavenly Father, it’s so hard to find peace and rest in a world filled with reality shows, national news stories and our own inner conflicts. When “fed up to here” with responsibilities, bad news, and hurts in myself and others I cannot heal, help me remember to take a deep breath of the very air you may have breathed while here on earth, and remember the peace you can give us. Through the ages you have told us to find peace by inviting you into our lives.
Finding peace, and keeping it, can be hard to do in this fallen world. Especially when things affect us or our loved ones personally. Yet you have promised to go with each of us. We can focus on your love and gift of salvation as we navigate life’s joys and sorrows on earth.
Please guide us in seeking your peace. Give us rest from our worries. I will seek it daily in your word, through prayer, and by thanking you for your Holy Spirit, who lives and dwells in my heart through my invitation.
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” (John. 14:27)