When I was in the thick of it — brambles in my face, the path before me imperceptible, the night full of terrors — the people in my life, the people closest to me, would often say to me, “Your life is good. You have everything. You should be happy.” Rationally, I knew that they were right. I did have everything. I had everything that I had ever wanted, everything I had worked for. And yet, I couldn’t feel it anywhere — not in my body, not in my heart, not in my estimation of a soul. None of these reassurances or rationalizations reverberated within me. None of it meant anything to me.
"First, grace; then, faith that there will be better days. Faith that then there will be singing." Beautifully said! 🎵