In the Darkness
Have you ever been in a dark place? I am not talking about in your closet or in an underground cave. I am referring to a dark place of the soul; an emotional pit of hopelessness. Several years ago I experienced a season in my life like this. It was about a year after my Dad passed away and we had just moved back from serving at a church in the Panhandle. I also was going through a very early menopause. All these things combined seemed to throw me into a downward spiral. I would wake up each morning and feel like a ton of bricks was on my chest. I would cry and pray and beg God to let me know why I felt this way. I knew I must be walking through another stage of grief regarding my Dad. Dad and I were very close. Actually, we had a co-dependent relationship that wasn't always healthy. Nonetheless, I felt a huge hole in my heart. I remember days of this cloud of sadness hanging over my head. Chad would pray ove...