“Where?”
I don’t feel much like writing these days. I’m tired and sad – and those things don’t make for good fodder.
Sorry that the blog has been pretty lame for a while now. I don’t even know why I’m apologizing – or who I’m apologizing to. I guess it just feels like the only thing to do. Life changes, as do the seasons, as do our hearts – and sometimes we get tired and sad.
I struggle with depression – I always have.
But I’m also a Christian.
I’m a depressed Christian.
I can be both, you know. They are not mutually exclusive. I can be both. What it means is that I’m not the one in the front row singing, “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart!” Instead, more often than not, I’m the kid in the back, responding with the bewildered and suspicious echo: “Where?”
But God is bigger than the way that I feel.
Some of you may not believe that. Sometimes, I don’t believe it either. But I suppose that this is where Mark 9:24 comes in handy: “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief.”
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I can’t wait to hug you in person.
I hear you. This is my daily struggle too. Sometimes all that’s left is to just keep on keeping on.
Sweet friend. This is why Psalm 13 is one of my favorite parts of the Bible.
Praying for you– loving you.
You are not the only one. For sure not.
“Lord beer me strength”
– Jim Halpert
Hang in there!
“Sorry that the blog has been pretty lame for a while now.”
Uh, have you looked at other peoples’ blogs lately? I’m showcasing CAT VIDEOS at the moment. Not exactly the hippest.
I haven’t blogged since March 8th. The only thing new on there is my “tweets.” I might win the lame blog award.
Yeah, the end of summer always gets me too.
This is the best thing I’ve read all day.
i just read it out loud to my pastor. not lame. someone has to shout the echo…
thanks for writing this. I needed to hear it this morning. I struggled with depression for many years, and still fear that I am sinking back into it each and every time I hit a hard and dry and fearful stretch of life. The reminder that I am not the only one who stands bewildered wondering where the joy is was so encouraging this morning. So, thanks.
Me, too. Struggled with depressions ALL my life. I guess that’s a big part of where you get it from. The awesome thing is that you are saying it. Most of the people who hear me say it, come to me confessing that they’ve never told anyone, and that they’ve silently suffered for a lifetime.
this speaks to me, annie, thank you :)