I have a great life. I have a wonderful husband who loves me and encourages me in all my efforts. My kids are terrific. I have sisters who are friends. I get to stay home and homeschool. I am free to worship my Lord as I feel led. We have a house—for now—and more than we need of material possessions. All is well.
And yet I still struggle with losing my joy for life. Criticisms cut too deeply. Defeat is too devastating. Inertia is an enemy; personal failure is a too-constant companion.
Why do I allow for these things? I know Truth. I’ve done the studies, heard the sermons and even delivered the pep talks. And still I fall victim to the trappings of depression.
I’ve got to snap out of it. More importantly, I need to recognize triggers and avoid them like the proverbial plague. In fact, that is a pretty proper analogy. When I lose my joy, it is as though I am sick.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for taking the time to talk with me!