|Lilacs in the Spring Time - Photo by Carley Cooper. All Rights Reserved|
My Bipolar Disorder is stable, and has been for the past couple of months. It’s a new experience really, but that’s a blog all on its own.
I’ve also finished my book. Well, there’s still editing and publishing, but I’ve come as far as I can on this project alone. That’s what’s been keeping me so busy lately; why I haven’t published many posts on here in the last couple of months.
Is that my problem? I’m feeling lost without my focus being on my book? Maybe it’s something else. What? I’m not sure.
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.”
What I’ve come to realize is that God is never lost. If I’m feeling separated from Him, then it’s me that’s lost. So, yes, this too shall pass.Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
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