A Conversation Overheard

“Remember the winter of ’13?”

“Man, that was a rough winter. Seems like things just fell apart for some people that year.”

“Yea, I have a friend who never really recovered from everything that hit her that year.”

“Like what?”

“Well, of course there was the tornado. It didn’t take her house, but she felt so sad for the others, the town. It kinda sucked the wind right out of her as well. She tried to feel positive, but she seemed to be sad much of the time. She hurt every time she drove through town.”

“Yes, but the town has really come back strong.”

“Well, then the winter weather struck. Seemed like it just would never stop snowing. Some people have a hard time with not seeing the sun, you know? She really couldn’t wait for Spring to come. Then she got sick. Not a major disease or anything, she got the flu and then pneumonia. That took what little energy she had. Cough hung on. She just couldn’t seem to get back her joy.”

“So, she couldn’t get out of bed. Depression?”

“No, she functioned. She went to work, taught Sunday School, did all the stuff she was supposed to do.”

“Then, what was wrong?”

“She just couldn’t find her joy. She knew God was in control. She trusted Him. That’s how she was able to just put one foot in front of the other. But she couldn’t smile. She said it was what her granny used to call ‘having the wearies’. She knew she shouldn’t feel that way, but life was one sad thing after another.”

“There must have been other things that wore her down.”

“Yes, she couldn’t walk without pain. Felt like it kept her from doing the things she wanted to do. I think her one daughter moved pretty far away, too. And, her cat died. You know how things just build and build until that one little straw finally breaks the camel’s back. I think she got to that point.”

“Too bad. What’s she doing now?”

“She’s still putting one foot in front of the other. Still doing all the things she used to – going to work, teaching Sunday School, playing the piano, reading books. I saw her last week and she said she’s still waiting for her morning.”

“What did she mean by that?”

“I’m not sure.”

Psalm 30:5 “Weeping may last for the night, but a shout of joy comes in the morning.”

 

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About Lynnette

A sinner saved by grace, adopted, and now a Child of the Living God. My greatest desire is to please my Heavenly Father in all that I say and do.
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