So. I’ve mentioned that I have a piece in a book called Not Alone: Stories of Living with Depression. Yeah, it surprises me, too. Thing is, if you met me, you’d probably think “he seems like a pretty happy guy.”
The truth is: I get by.
I am, like you, a pilgrim upon the Way–living a life in-between who I was, am, and am yet to be. As such, it is assured that neither you, nor I, will be whole until the mortal takes on immortality. This world doesn’t come by the appellation, “vale of tears,” for naught.
When we married nearly twenty-one years ago, little did we know…
The twists and turns that life would take to bring us to this place: the loss of a job just three months into our marriage, working two, and three, jobs to get by.
Let me cut to the chase: I don’t know my worth. Am unsure of it, constantly questioning, probing, trying to find my place.
Don’t misunderstand: I know what the Bible says, that Christ loved me enough–loved us all enough–to die. But I sometimes feel lost.
Like this week. Life is harder than it’s been in a long time.