My heart is breaking this afternoon for so many reasons, for so many people. However, I'd be lying if I told you that I was not the first person for whom I am tempted to weep. One year ago today we brought home a very sick little man from the hospital. Although it was the end of his sickness, it was just the beginning of mine. On January 19, 2011, I had no idea yet how black it would get, how deep depression would go. I cringe, my heart in knots, just to think about it now. And although I did not yet realize how deep was the valley that I had begun to descend, I also knew very little of the mercy of my God. Because, you see, last year I found myself in the pit falling in love with my Savior. Praise God that he has delivered me from so great a peril and he will deliver me still! I learned (am still learning?)
by paradox that the broken heart is the healed heart.
"Let me find thy light in my darkness,
thy life in my death,
thy joy in my sorrow,
thy grace in my sin,
thy riches in my poverty,
thy glory in my valley."
-from "The Valley of Vision
What a difference a year can make!