Sadness


I went to bed sad and woke up sad. The kind of sadness you can’t do anything to fix, just need to ride it out. It is 6:00 pm and not only am I still in bed, but have no plans to get out. I have been sleeping, crying, and waiting. I’m not sure what it is exactly I am waiting for, but I’m somehow certain if I am patient something good will come.

I received an email from a reader who told me she was struggling and could I pray for her and her kids. I am touched when people ask me to pray on their behalf. Prayer matters and I take comfort in the act of prayer. I’m going to pray for the sweet woman who asked because struggles are real and sometimes we need extra.

If you are reading this and need a prayer, I will pray for you. If you are feeling lost and need direction, I will hold a light for you. If you are sad and need comfort, I will extend my hand. You are not alone I and have enough hope in my heart to share. If you are praying, please add me in. (I sure do pray a lot for someone who isn't religious!)

I am strong and brave and blessed. There are some days however, when life throws you a curveball and you're not sure what to do. Today I didn't feel strong or brave. I can still count my blessings however, but for today I am counting from bed. It's not a pity party, and everything will be fine, but sometimes embracing sadness is not a bad thing.

I stayed in bed today because I never lay in bed all day. The hope was sadness would turn into relaxation, but not so much. I’ve got Fiddles the cat by my side and tomorrow is a new day. Knowing someone will read this and feel better eases my sadness and keeps me hopeful. Hope is everything so I am staying in bed keeping the faith.

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