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...