 I am sad.
I hate to even admit it to myself as I write this. I feel as though I need to step back from myself a little. Like a little piece of myself has died inside.
I am not sure if it is because of the long winter, the hard patients that I have in the hospital, my children (whom I love) who have been having excessive tantrums lately, or that my anti-depressants are not working well any more, but I am definitely sad. I feel like I used to be more caring about people. I used to have time for people. Now … now it is just rushing from here to there, just managing life only to fall asleep and start over the next day.Â
I read this terriffic article today in Christianity Today called “Searching for Radical Faith” and the author described how faith lived out in its most radical form is quiet and non-attention getting. So often I want to be out in front of everyone to be seen, and if I am really going to serve God like how I think He wants me to … I need to die to this. And I honestly don’t know if I truely want to give that up. Or maybe it is just that it is a cold, dreary winter and I am feeling depressed and overwhelmed so everything is colored by this.Â
I don’t know.