These Strange Ashes
The written word means a lot to me.  I have a decade's worth of letters saved and rarely delete anything but junk emails.  Friends come and go sometimes, but I like to remember that they were here and cared - at least at one point.  ;)   Well, there's been a lot going on, a lot that's been pressed upon me lately and risked letting depression return (which is scary in and of itself - to say nothing of the causes.)   It's hard for me to admit when I need help.  I don't like to bother people - even though I might need a voice of hope desperately.   The other day I remembered a note a friend had slipped me a while back when I was going through many of the same issues.   I rummaged through old books and drawers and managed to find it, re-read it a bit slower this time.  One sentence in particular snagged on a split edge of my soul.   "Amidst all you're going through, He's right there loving you and carrying you through - and He always will be."   It was...