Missing the bar

Do you ever have days where the bar in life seems unrealistically high?  Even with my eyes on God to the best of my ability, I still seem to come up short.  Some days I just feel as though I fall flat upon my face.  Thursday of last week was one of those days for me.

You may recall from previous writings, that I have a personal goal to post to this blog on Tuesdays and Thursdays each week.  If you are curious, I do this because it works in my schedule and is a reasonable goal with the many other commitments that I have.  I’ve been going strong with this since the end of May.  I was on a roll for over three months.

Then one day, I missed the bar.  I broke the streak.  I dropped the ball.  However you would like to phrase it, I did not write and publish a post.  I just did not dedicate the time and energy to get it done.  I could bore you with a whole host of tasks that kept me busy last week.  I could give you reasons why I was just too tired physically, mentally and emotionally.

The truth is that I am human.  Missing a post happened once and is bound to be repeated multiple times.  I am not perfect and there will be days when I mess up.  Sometimes the mistake will be what I do not do.  Sometimes it will be something I did.  Sometimes it’s going to be something I said.

What I know is that when we do fall short of the bar we have set for our lives, we can not give up or condemn ourselves.

I could have spent enough energy between last Thursday and this Tuesday condemning myself with discouraging thoughts, that I convinced myself I should no longer write.  I could have.  I have previously spent massive amounts of energy telling myself, “I am an idiot”, “I’m a failure”, and “I’m dumb”.  What good would come from that expense of energy?  I would not be writing this today if I had done that.

I long to be authentic in my life.  I yearn to have my writing reflect that authenticity.  If I only let you, as the reader, see the good I would be about as transparent as a brick wall.

In all honesty, I thought very little about the blog over the weekend.  I must have needed a break.  I have written pages today that I did not have the energy for last week.  It’s wonderful!

For those of you who were eagerly awaiting my post on Thursday, I am so sorry that I did not make our appointment.  I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.  Please know that I am so grateful for the way you choose to spend your time reading the words I write.

I would like to thank one reader in particular, Anita.  Thank you Anita so very, very much!  You are such a blessing to me beyond measure.  Anita is one special and amazing gift in my life.

I received one message about not posting to my blog on Thursday.  The message belonged to Anita.  It was not demanding or condemning in any way.  I did not feel the least bit guilty or judged.  Instead I just felt love, compassion and comfort.  Anita usually reads my posts over her lunch break.  Her message simply said, “I missed having you join me at lunchtime with a blog post! 🙂 ”

Anita cares so much about me and is so supportive of my writing, not only did she notice that I didn’t write, she took the time to reach out to me.  Thank you, Anita!  Thank you for your love!  Thank you for your compassion!  Thank you for the time and energy you spent to reach out to me!

Don’t get me wrong, I am so deeply appreciative to all of you who read my words.  If this is the first post you have read or the 63rd post, I thank God for you!  I don’t expect every reader to know my goals or to reach out to me when I miss one.  To be honest, I did not expect Anita’s message, but it was a joyous blessing to me.  Praise God for Anita who “extended her hands” to me (Proverbs 31:20).

It is a blessing that I hope I am able to pay forward one day to someone who is not having the best of days.  May I be alert enough and attentive enough to reach out when they miss that bar.

If you are having one of those days, the kind where the bar seems so high it’s unreachable, let me assure you that you are not alone.  My self and so many others understand.

“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God”  2 Corinthians 1:3-4

You are doing just fine.  Lift your head up you beautiful and precious treasure!  It’s all in God’s capable and loving hands.  Don’t give up.  Don’t condemn yourself.  Don’t lie crushed in the dust.

You were made to be more than a conqueror (Romans 8:37).

God is not finished with you.  He began a good work in you and will carry it on to completion (Philippians 1:6).

You can find grace and mercy in your time of need (Hebrews 4:16).

God loves you so much that He gave His only son for YOU!  (John 3:16).

Dearest Lord,

Thank You so much for seeing me through the ups and downs.  Thank You for loving me when I miss the bar.  Thank You for caring more about me than You do about the expectation that I may or may not reach.  

I praise You for Your continued work in my life.  I need You.  I need Your love, Your mercy and Your grace.  Pour them over me and make me a new creation in You.  

In Jesus’ name, Amen.



  1. Thanks Julie – I needed this message! We try hard to live in God’s grace – and it is not He that condemns us…so why should we? Taking this to heart. Blessings to Anita who took notice – we all need those kind of people in our lives 🙂 Love you!

    1. Love you, too, my precious friend! May God’s grace be an uplifting gift to you today!

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