Unsettled. Restless. Emotional. Uncertain. In-between. Anxious. Heavy. It’s difficult to describe, difficult to write. I’ve wrestled all day with whether to mention it at all. But you are my friends, and I know that you are pray-ers. I’m not sure the nature of this, whether spiritual, emotional, or physical. Many viruses swirl through town. One…

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I feel normal. That has not been normal for… years. Last fall I finally acknowledged the stormy fog in which I trudged, halted, sometimes crumbled, constantly denied. It was depression, or for those of you who shy away from psychology, it was a dark night of the soul. My dark night. My soul. “Dark” doesn’t…

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It has been a long dark lonely road. And by long, I mean years. My children are reading through The Young Pilgrim’s Progress right now with their dad (because I can barely stay awake by their bedtime). So many of the trials and detours described in that book are familiar to me: the Valley of…

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My first-grade playground featured three large concrete “tunnels.” I didn’t know this at the time, but they were sections of (unused) sewer pipes sunk into the ground part-way (so as not to roll). Two were round and one was oval, and the largest had a large enough diameter for us to stand straight up inside.…

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(This is the fifth part in a series. Click the links to read the rest of the series: One – Going Back to the Beginning,  Two – Stuck Between Two Horses, Three – The Wrong God, Four – Stepping Stones and a Crossroads, Six – He Is Not a Tame Lion, and Seven – Letters…

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