Me, God, and the Banana Peel of Life

So there I was, flat on my back—emotionally, spiritually, and possibly literally—after yet another rejection email that started with “We were impressed with your experience…” and ended with emotional damage.

I had just spilled coffee on my only dress shirt, my bank account was doing interpretive dance at $3.91, and my résumé had been “final_final_revised_updated_THIS_ONE_PLZ.pdf” for at least two months.

I sat there on the couch—well, more like dramatically collapsed across it like a soap opera widow—and said:

“God, I give up. I’m done. I have no more ‘grind’ left. I am not ‘rising and grinding.’ I am sitting and spiraling.”

And I swear, in the silence, I could feel God lovingly sipping coffee and going,

“Okay. Are you done being dramatic, or…?”

Not in a mean way. In the way a parent looks at their toddler who just threw a tantrum because their sock is “too sock-y.”

In that holy pause, I realized: I wasn’t really mad at the world. I was mad that I thought falling meant I failed.

But God? He’s not shocked by the fall.

He’s the one already holding the plan to help you back up—with more grace than you had before and probably fewer credit card offers in your inbox.

And then I remembered something a pastor once said:

“God doesn’t build from your mountaintops. He builds from your rock bottoms.”

So I got up.

I reheated my coffee for the third time, slapped some confidence on like mismatched socks, and said,

“Alright God, I don’t know what You’re doing, but I trust You more than I trust LinkedIn Premium.”

The next day? No, I didn’t land my dream job.

But I did land peace.

I laughed. I posted something honest. Someone else said, “Me too.”

And just like that—hope cracked open a little window again.

So if you’re down, flat, tired, or crying over a spilled cup of “Lord, not again”—just know:

God’s not done. He’s just waiting for you to stop narrating your own funeral so He can roll the stone away.

Get up, reheat that coffee, and start again.

He’s still writing your story.

And the next chapter?

It’s gonna be good.

Like… miraculously funny with a plot twist and a snack break good.