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.”