…The storm is wild enough for sailing
The bridge is weak enough to cross
This body frail enough for fighting
I’m home enough to know I’m lost
It’s just enough to be strong
In the broken places, in the broken places…
– Faith Enough | Jars of Clay
So I am in a dark season. My physical, emotional, and mental health is fighting, but failing. The past couple weeks have been scary. But it has not been loss.
Here is what I’m learning:
I am not a bad person just because it’s dark and difficult right now.
Asking for help is not weakness. It is courage.
It’s just medicine.
I did not ask for anxiety, depression, insomnia, or PTSD.
It’s ok to borrow someone else’s hope for a while.
Doing everything perfectly doesn’t guarantee perfect outcomes.
I am loved.
I am good.
I belong. As is.
So each new morning, I will try to emerge. But if I cannot, I will hold fast. And I will go gently into that dark and tender night. Because there is a light that cannot be dimmed. Even if I can’t see it.
Peace, dear friends…