Just before Christmas I was able to squeeze in a local Christmas lights sight seeing with our youngest children. Unfortunately we spent almost an hour in traffic before seeing any displays.
Sixteen years ago I spent my nights working on a puzzle into the wee hours of the morning. While I should have been resting for school the next day (I was only seventeen), my mind was too busy for sleep.
Weak isn’t the same thing as wimpy. American culture would say otherwise; especially for men. You aren’t allowed to show weakness.
Sisters, this one is just for you. For us. First of all I want you to know how incredible you are. I pray for you all each day. I thank God for you and I absolutely LOVE hearing what our Father is doing in your lives!
I have spent far too many nights staring into my device as if it was some magical cure for my restlessness. Every time it would disappoint.
We don’t suffer from it but we often suffer because of it.
We are the ones who see the darkest parts of what depression does to a person. We have sat for hours in beds, on the floor & in bathtubs with it.
I’ve been here many times. It never gets easier. The person I look to for guidance seems to have less and less of it to offer until one day I realize they can no longer lead me.