I remember the worst day of my seventh grade career. It was lunch time, and I was lucky enough to be sitting across from the most beautiful girl in the world, who I had a mega crush on. Golden blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and she was only one grade higher than me, which was no big deal, right?
I had just finished my lunch. All that was left was a browning apple core, a crinkled chip bag, and an empty sandwich bag filled with crumbs from my PB&J. I then reached into my pocket to grab my last piece of gum and casually tossed it into my mouth. Its sweet juices filled my mouth and throat with the taste of watermelon.
Everything was going well, I had enjoyed a great lunch, and the butterflies somersaulting in my stomach could not distract me from having a delightful conversation with her—but then, the friend sitting next to me had to open his mouth and forged my bane.
He said a joke, a simple joke, but that was all that it took. Something like: “A blonde comes home from a day of shopping and discovers that her house is on fire, so she calls the fire department on her cell phone.
“‘Please state the nature of your emergency,’ says the operator.
“‘Help! My house is on fire!’ the blonde replies.
“‘Okay, where do you live?’
“‘In a house you silly billy!’” the blonde replies.
“‘No, no! How do we get there?’ the operator asks frustratedly.
“‘Duh! Big Red Truck!!’”
All of us at the table started laughing. Even the girl who I liked, the table was just filled with laughter. But sadly, I was the one who was laughing the hardest. The ball of gum launched from out of my mouth like a rocket–into her hair. My laughter instantly stopped. I starred wide eyed as my cheeks burned. The girl caught my stare. She looked at me with worried eyes. I couldn’t say anything, my throat was clamped, all I could do was stare.
Slowly, the girl ran her fingers along her hair—she felt it. She looked down, and saw the ball of the sticky substance covered in my salvia trapped in her hair. She shrieked! as she stood up and flung the gum out of her hair. My cheeks were on fire with embarrassment. I thought that I was going to die, until the friend sitting next to me placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “It’s okay man. Everything is going to be alright.”
This life is full of disasters—we make mistakes everyday. Yes, some of them are not as simple as accidently shooting a gum torpedo into a girl’s hair. They may be more severe, such as: choosing poor decisions that has engulfed you in debt, or making one dumb choice which has left your body damaged or finding yourself unexpectedly initiated into parenthood. Or maybe you’re trapped in a world of torment, not because of your own choices, but because of the choices of another.
No matter what pain life brings—Please, always remember these two things. First, you are never alone. That is the most easiest trap to fall into, to believe the lie that you are alone, that only you can understand the pain. It is a snare used to keep you bogged down in your problems instead of overcoming them. There is always someone out there who has gone down the same road. And even if your friends don’t exactly understand what you are going through, they can still share your burden. What good is a friend if you can’t laugh and cry with them? And don’t be afraid to talk with someone who is older. They understand more of this life than us because they have experienced more, and their knowledge can be extremely helpful in helping us through our trials.
Second, know that God loves you. He has, and will always love you. No matter what you do, he will always love you.
Life is not easy; it will always give you lemons. You can decide to either be trapped in the lies that there is no escape, that your problems and mistakes will never go away, or you can choose to share the burden, to ask for prayers and comfort from those around you, so that you can overcome every obstacle in your way.
When life gives you lemons—when life gives you trials, know that you can overcome them, and there will always be a way out.