Being kicked when you're down is the worst of the lot.
As I pondered in the night, darkness descended
like a familiar friend. Thus I wondered if I should tarry in its shadow
or should I put my soul to flight. Fleeing the dark descent, on the
coat tails of the one they call Hope.
Flee from the black dog less it chews on the thoughts, gnawing at the failures past committed.
In times like this, I'm comforted with the theme of last Sunday's sermon.
"Don't miss the hidden miracle when our Experience doesn't match the Expectation...because when we're at the end of the road, when we're at our wits end...
Sometimes, that's where God reveals Himself, when we find ourselves changed from within...that in itself is a miracle".
In my opinion, the ability to forgive someone is a miracle.
The ability to weather trials will reap spiritual muscle,
Made possible only by having to go through the most bitter of experiences.