God's Pursuit of Me,  HomeLife

my diet

Disappointment is my daily bread.

Yes.

You guessed it.

This post might just be a downer.

Click somewhere else if you want.

I’ll never know.

But today . . .

I don’t have anything to offer.

No weird vomit tale with which to regale you.

No everything is spiritual epiphany.

Only a ranting.

I just don’t feel like suffering in silence today.

That’s all.

It’s seems I keep moving back over to that edge.

On the verge of tears

almost always.

Sure – for big reasons.

And for smaller ones too.

It just seems lately that I fall asleep to disappointment

and

then I wake up to disappointment.

It sits on my shoulders and burdens my heart.

It’s heavy.

Disappointment is my daily bread.

And the taste is bitter.

Sure.

I know all about the good.

I’ve been grateful.

I know how to look for the positive.

I live there too.

But I won’t pretend that it isn’t a battle.

I won’t deny that I am in a war.

And it’s a struggle.

And

despite the beautiful blessings of six funny little crooked arrows whom I deeply love and am passionate about raising

I focus on the worst

some days.

Because I want to.

Because I choose to.

Because it seems too hard

to do

anything else.

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