I recently hosted and attended a party.
I was the only attendee and that was perfectly fine with me. It was after all my party.
My “pity party.”
It began with a series of “not so unfortunate” events, but rather daily life that sent me reeling into “party mode.” By the time it was all said and done, it turned into an extravaganza that lasted a few days.
The “Woe is Me” band played well into the night.
My pity party. Ever hosted one?
When life overcomes us, the daily battles drain us, we often find ourselves renting the party room. The pity party room. We know that our circumstances can’t begin to compare with the true suffering that exists in the world and yet nothing will stop the dismal dance. We plummet head first into this pitiful distraction that is clearly a waste of time.
After my recent party with myself, I asked the same questions. I thought I was entitled to a bit of “self pity” over life’s circumstances. I deserved it, right?
I was convicted. Not so fast sister. (It became clear that it was the Holy Spirit who was convicting me, since I was clearly the only attendee at this party of mine. )
“Remember that reminder James gave, that verse you SAY is your favorite? That verse about “joy”? There’s nothing in there about taking time out to have a pity party. Not a word. In fact it’s the contrary. It tells us clearly that we are to have JOY in all circumstances. “
Party over. Bye bye band.
It was time to take an inward look and expose it for what it really was. Doubt. Fear. Frustration. Boredom. Pride.
My pity party was riddled with these “guests of honor .” It was time to turn the lights out on this party of mine.
It was time to take all of the circumstances that overwhelmed my spirit and bring them to the only host worth talking to. It was time to take my burdens to the foot of the cross. He promises to meet me there. He promises to guide. He promises to walk beside me. Why did I ever, for a moment, think that I had to go it alone? Should the urge to “pity party alone” strike, resist the urge. Resist the urge to hostess this one. Instead, take you and your pitiful self to the exalted Christ. He sits waiting to listen, waiting to encourage you on the journey of life. Dig in. There’s peace, not pity, to be found.
That sounds more like a party now, doesn’t it??