So far my life has been a series of mountains and valleys.  Constant, consistent, ups and downs.  The last few months have been a long dry valley – wonderful lessons and miracles along the way, but still it gets a bit overwhelming walking in the bottom of a dry rock bed ravine for so long.  The feet start to ache, the knees get twisted, the back starts to tweek.  After a time, the waters of miracles still flow, but they do not taste as sweet or refreshing, just a needed spritz in the forehead so that you dont utterly loose hope. 

And yet, each ravine has an ending – they don’t go on forever. This ravine seemed to have an upslope.  I feel like I’m walking up the mountain again. Emotionally. Physically.  I’ve shared my heart with my friends, and spoke out loud the depression I’ve felt. I read about strife and how we let it into our lives, and let it build up.  Strife or stress, I do believe that we can ask for it to leave.  To get out. To choose not to plant it in our garden, but to dig out any sign of it.  From the prayers, sharing, letting go of guilt and shame of harboring depression – I fell that the Lord has taken it away.

I noticed this morning that it has been a few days of waking up to praise songs on my mind.  That it has been a couple of weeks since I’ve cried, which had become almost  daily habit. That I don’t have anything on my todo calendar that makes my stomach lurch and my head hurt. Well. Except for maybe laundry . . . .

I just want my happy go lucky – prayerful joy – spirit filled life to return. I want the “hard” to go away. And it seems to have . . . .