Lately, I’ve found myself wandering in what I’ve started calling “meh-land.” You know that foggy, blah place where nothing quite lights you up the way it used to? Day after day, I see friends out jogging, walking, or proudly showing off the fruits of their canning and freezing projects. And while I’m happy for them, my heart just sighs… meh.
Even the things I’ve loved so deeply in the past—uplifting women, booking travel, singing, reading—don’t always chase the meh away anymore. Sometimes I’ll try mowing the grass, which is usually a surefire way to clear my head, only to end up with a silly accident and more pain added to the pile. And the meh digs in deeper.
It makes me wonder sometimes, what’s wrong with me? Why does the meh stretch on and on, day after day?
And then, God gives me a reminder that He hasn’t forgotten me—even in the most unexpected, funny, and slightly terrifying way.
Sean and I were at a shoe store the other day, and I slipped away to use the restroom. As I turned the lock, I remember thinking, Hmmm, I hope this little knob thing doesn’t give me any trouble. I should have taken that as foreshadowing.
Because sure enough, when I finished up and went to leave, the lock wouldn’t budge. That little thing sat there as stubborn as could be. I twisted, rattled, even jiggled it with a touch of desperation. Nothing. And that’s when the claustrophobia set in. My heart pounded harder with every second.
I tried again, a little more frantically this time—still no dice. And just before I crossed over into full-blown panic, I whispered a prayer: “Lord, please help me get out of here.”
Almost instantly, a thought popped into my mind: Push the lock in and turn it. I followed it, and though the lock grated and groaned like it hadn’t been moved since the 1980s, it finally clicked open. Sweet, blessed freedom!
I stepped into the hallway and leaned against the wall, whispering, “Thank You, God.” Relief washed over me, but so did something else: gratitude. Gratitude that God had heard me in that small, panicked moment. Gratitude that He cares enough to meet me even in a windowless bathroom.
It may not sound like much, but to me, it was huge. A simple, real-life reminder that even when the meh stretches on day after day, God is still near. He still hears. And yes—He even answers bathroom prayers.
So, I want to ask you: what’s a prayer God has answered for you lately? Big or small, funny or serious—I’d love to hear your stories. Because maybe together, we can encourage one another, laugh a little, and slowly climb out of meh-land one answered prayer at a time.
💜 Sonya Joy
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