I carry around this grief inside that I usually manage to keep tamped down. It crops up sometimes when I see pregnant women or babies, or when people not much older than me talk about their children getting married and having children of their own. It is all so normal for everyone else. At forty-five,... Continue Reading →
Somewhere along the path, I side-stepped having a normal life. I didn’t do it on purpose, and I don’t even know how it happened. Sometimes I think that if I could figure out where I went wrong, I might be able to do something to change it. Of course, there is really no such thing... Continue Reading →
One of the greatest gifts I have been given is being taught by my pastor that God means for us to live with joy. I spent a lot of years allowing my disappointment with life to be my focus. To some degree, I behaved as a victim of my circumstances rather than as a victor... Continue Reading →
I have had to power through some melancholy this week, which is nothing new. I have learned that my depression is fed by a self-focused state of mind. I was focused on me, again. In the midst of feeling down, I suddenly caught myself singing a Twila Paris song, “I will delight my heart in... Continue Reading →
I’m not unhappy; I’m introspective. Last week’s trip down Memory Lane seems to have left the wrong impression. I wasn’t feeling sad after my reunion, I just didn’t explain things well enough. I enjoyed seeing friends and classmates and the place I used to live. I am just not a person who can come and... Continue Reading →
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