Thanks… again…

How many times am I going to let the circumstances kick me to the curb?

How many times am I going to let depression come in and steal my joy?

Is this just the way life has to be until we die?  Or is there a way not to live on a roller coaster?

One of my friends recommended I read Psalm 77 out of the message Bible…  This part was quite relevant…

I yell out to my God, I yell with all my might, I yell at the top of my lungs. He listens. I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord;
      my life was an open wound that wouldn't heal.
   When friends said, "Everything will turn out all right,"
      I didn't believe a word they said.
   I remember God—and shake my head.
      I bow my head—then wring my hands.
   I'm awake all night—not a wink of sleep;
      I can't even say what's bothering me.
   I go over the days one by one,
      I ponder the years gone by.
   I strum my lute all through the night,
      wondering how to get my life together.

Recommended reading.

It doesn’t even have to be circumstances, to get all off balance and depressed.  Sometimes it is just fear of what could happen.

Today I found, that I knew, what I was, or felt, like I was, all worked up about doesn’t even matter.  It didn’t help though.

I was still all out of sorts.  Still grumpy.  Still overwhelmed.  Still frustrated.  Still feeling like I wanted out of my own skin.

Yelling!  I was pretty sure if I heard someone say “MOM” once more, my head would explode in some nuclear bomb type explosion.

Blah.  I hate that.

I feel like the oppression has lifted again for the most part tonight.  

I thank you for the prayers.

I give God all the HONOR AND GLORY.  I don’t know how HE does it. 

I sure don’t give him much to work with.

I guess that’s why HE’s God and all HE has to do is speak and things existed.

Things like Hope.

Faith.

Trust.

and the determination to go on one more day…

Pam