He felt sick. Well, not really sick, it was more of that lonely, rejected, dark, silent feeling.

It was a black August night.
As he sat behind the wheel of his old Chevy on the desolate plains of Nebraska he turned up the volume. It was some heart-achy Brantley Gilbert song that he hoped would drown out the voices in his head.

“Yeah she’s gone, but I don’t feel like talking…
you don’t know her like I do.
You’ll never understand.”

But those voices in his head just wouldn’t pipe down. They screamed out as they circled in his head. It was like a haunted carrousel in a bad dream…it never stopped. The same old memories and thoughts went around and around, driving him mad.

Had it been worth it?
He had savored those sweet moments with her under the cool summer sky. It felt like his heart was dancing on the breezes that played with her long blonde hair. They had been brighter than the most glowing stars on a midnight canvas. Now those memories were bitter sweet.
As he swallowed back some tears the taste made his stomach churn. Was the soaring bliss and blind passion worth this feeling of desolation now?

This is our poor friend’s question:
Is it better to feel fiercely high and then despondently low or better to remain constantly…average?

I have a feeling he’ll never know.
It just isn’t in his nature to be ‘average’. His highs are high and his lows are low. When he’s having a good time, there is not a soul in the world that is as full of happiness. But when he hurts, it cuts deeper and longer than most people ever experience.

It’s in those low, desolate moments when he thinks that no one will ever know how he feels. But, you know, I think a lot of people feel like that. And here is the secret to getting back up…

When its so dark that you can’t even see the hand in front of your face
if you can remind yourself that you’re not the only one in the dark,
you can find the light switch.

An owl swooped by his window and woke him from his trance. He unsnapped his seatbelt and pushed open the creaky old door. “How do I let myself get so attached? Why do I care so deeply?” he thought and then slammed the door shut in disgust.

It’s going to take him some time to feel better, but I have hope for him.
People are so resilient. As I talk to people about the real life heartache that happens to them every day I’m amazed at how amazing you all are.

Every day people get dumped, divorced, and lose close friendships. And every morning these people get up, get ready for work and slap on a smile to get through the day. Then the weekend comes and they call their friends, fire up the Jeep, grab the fishing poles and head out to the water to shoot the breeze and enjoy life.

God has fearfully and wonderfully made us. Of that I grow more sure every moment. Even at our lowest there is something inside deep down that wants to find the light, the hope, and the joy.

In my limited experiences the one thing that has never failed me is that flicker of joy burning steadily in my soul. It’s always there. Sometimes it burns a little brighter. Sometimes I do things to extinguish it, but it’s resilient and keeps burning.

It’s God.
Jesus in my soul…

He knocked at the door many years ago and I answered. Since that day I’ve never looked back.
Never does He pester or hound me, as He sometimes should.
Always does He sooth and comfort me, as I don’t deserve.

I hope that if you haven’t ignited that flame of peace, you’ll at least think about it.
You know the story. Jesus loves us. He died for us. He forgives us.
He just wants us to accept that. Why is that so hard?
In your lifetime, how many gifts have you rejected? Straight up told the gift giver, “Nope. I don’t want that.”

Think about that for a few minutes. Maybe you’ve rejected a lot of gifts. Do you regret it? Ask all of the questions you have. If you want, talk to Him about it. Tell Him about your doubts. Tell Him how sad and lonely or frustrated and angry you feel. I’ve done it.

What’s the worst thing that could happen? If He’s not there and He doesn’t care then you wasted a few minutes.

But I tell ya, if you just watch the sun set with all of its vibrant hues or take some time to learn about the insanely complex anatomy of your body you’ll know that He’s for real.

He’s the one person in my life that has never let me down or disappointed me.

“And SURELY I am with you ALWAYS,
to the very END OF THE AGE.”
~Matthew 28:20

Oh, and before you assume, or ask, the answer is no. This story is not about me. It’s not about a particular friend either. It’s about everyone. We all experience these emotions in one circumstance or another. Some elements of the things I talk about are more real for me, which I am thankful for. I’m thankful for my experiences because they’ve given me limited understanding and compassion for the stories of others around me.