There is no graceful way to say this… it’s so easy to write when we’re inspired, but I´ve been so out of it lately. Separation brings on it’s own brand of isolation …some of it my own choosing, some of it part of the transition process. It´s a lonely process because no one can feel the hurt for me.
I remember hitting this low state back in 1988. Part way through each day I would get that sinking-weakened feeling that I had to find a hiding place to pray and recover. I’ve been needing to do it again… closing the doors to the art room in order to pray. I know feeling hurt is part of life or we’d never know what dependency upon God could mean nor compassion for those who go through the valley. The rainy season is almost over.
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