Bipolar Mama: Talking about the best and the worst, and the man who’s loved me through it at the mighty.com today
http://themighty.com/2015/05/to-the-husband-who-loved-me-at-my-best-and-my-worst/
I’m running for you, brothers and sisters
Dear Bipolar friend, dear Mom or Dad of a bipolar kid, dear friend whose loved one died of madness, This morning as I sit in my bed dog-tired from a packed, heart-breaking, heart-soaring, traffic-filled yesterday, I struggle to find my way into writing. And then, I remember you. And I remember why I’m writing on weekends and nights, why I’m missing events and postponing regular visits with friends.
In Pursuit
I know now that the Son shines in winter, and joy breaks me open to see it.
He never lets go . . .
Here goes, y'all: time to finish. Time to just stinking obey this God who never lets go of me. He's my life raft in the drown, my light in the darkness. And I'm going to trust Him.
When the Lord isn’t willing and the hardwoods have to go
So, when the Lord's not willing, and the week's been chopped up down to the concrete, pour yourself a cup of tea and run a bubble bath and cry into the suds if you have to.
