I'm feeling a little melancholy today. Chalk it up to two nights of bad sleep this week. Last night was the first good night's sleep I've had since Sunday. I feel more rested, but yet down. That time of year is coming, the couple of months in the fall where I "feel" things more keenly.
The season of loss surrounded by a season of celebration. I teeter between the two.
Remembering-- because I promised never to forget. Yet, how could I forget? Those moments are so plastered into my sub-conscious that it's impossible especially in certain seasons.
So, I go with the flow of the day.
Do my work. Love and serve this family of mine. Cut myself some slack when I don't quite "feel" like I think I should.
Write. Sing. Pray. Remember.
YOU ARE MINE
Maybe
I don't have the strength
Maybe
I don't have the faith
You
brought me here in 40 years
I
know this trip should take a week
I've
shed my tears and shed my blood
Been
held ransom by the flood
When winter steals my songs away
In
all of this I've come undone
When
you walk though the water, I will be with you
When
you pass through the river, the waves will not overtake you
When
you walk on the fire, the flames they will not touch you
You
are mine, you are mine, you are mine
-Karla Adolphe
When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you.
Isaiah 43:2
