Friday, October 3, 2008

I feel like this year, this month, this week have all been culminating to some anti-climactic moment that leaves questioning things I've taken for granted.

For example, is God good? Does he care when we're in pain? Can and does he intervene on our behalf?

At what point do I say enough is enough? I've tried being strong, I've tried faking it, I've tried all the positive mind tricks, I've tried it all. . . and all I've got left are tear-stained cheeks, raw and bloody skin, and a drawer full of medicines leftovers, offering me an out.

1 comment:

  1. I'm a quiet reader of your blog. I don't think I've ever commented before. I read your blog because I like how you write.

    It would do you an injustice to try and tell you I know what you're going through. All I do know is that anytime there is something fake, it is patterned after something real.

    The real is out there. Don't stop looking for it. Don't take the out.