The Black River is a journey in faith. It delves into an exploration of life: from the calm, clear waters of the good days, the mundane, to the swirling eddies and deep waters of issues that face every one of us. Thank you for visiting this site. You can contact me personally at: godandtheblackriver@gmail.com
Saturday 11 May 2013
What's Up? by Susan L.
It's been hard to get out of bed these last few weeks. Broken sleep and a heavy heart make the days long. Just getting caught up on laundry feels like a monumental task. Never mind what's on the need-to-do and want-to-do lists.
Feeling this way is frightening. Is this just the beginning? I've been worse. Sure don't want to end up there again. And the loaded questions follow: what's wrong with me? Why....
I admit there hasn't been a lot of thinking lately. Classic avoidance. It's high time to have a heart to heart with my Father.
Fear is a great devourer of motivation isn't it? What ifs gnaw away the hopes for tomorrow. And therein lies the answer. My world has shrunk into the old and familiar keep on trucking lifestyle with no sense of a future. A sure fire sign of depression.
I've tasted it, the future I mean. My battered and struggling soul longs for that joy in possibilities to return. I am tired of living an existance. I want life with a capital "L"!
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
"Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me." Ps 139:16
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