Waking Up Me!

When the going gets tough, the platitudes and scriptures to pray get thrown at the ones sitting in the valley. I’m as guilty as anyone of responding in this manner. I want to provide Truth and assurance to those I love and care about when they’re struggling and this usually works for me. When I am in a good place, hearing these things correct my path and my focus. But when I am tired and weary of the length of the time in the valley, hearing, “but joy comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5) may not bring the joy when the sun rises the next morning.   I was having one of those rough nights on Monday evening and my sweet friend who I reached out to in my time of need told me tomorrow is another day and we all fall off the emotional wagon , just get back on, continue to cope…this too shall pass. Uh, yeah. I’ll get right on that. Of course, I was not getting right on that. If I was, I could have told myself that. What I really wanted was to be heard and cared for in that moment...

I can't believe it's been over three and a half years since I wrote here. Well, since I published anything here. I've been back periodically to write here, but left things abandoned because I just didn't have it in me to finish what I'd started. My heart wasn't in it anymore. Thankfully, I have found my way back again and my heart is filling up again. What happened to me, you ask? I fell into the pit. A place of sorrow. Of lost hope. Of keep-on-keeping-on and putting one foot in front of the other. I lost heart for the journey I was on. I let myself live in a self-imposed place of defeat. Sometimes, you get knocked down so much that you don't feel like getting back up again. I really don't see myself as that person, though. Someone who gets defeated. Someone who stays down. Instead, I am the girl who chooses to fight. I come out swinging. I drag my butt back up because I live by the motto, "If not me, then who?" So, again, how did life kick m...