Seven Month Slump
Seven. The numbered month when I hit rock bottom. Don't fear. There's hope here. The only place to go when you're at the bottom is up. I don't want this post to be a discouragement -- rather, I hope that it's an encouragement. I've sat down a number of times in the last several weeks to write this. I've erased and started over. I've closed my computer and had to walk away. I've thought about what I would say. How do I share all of the things that I've experienced in the last month? It's been a roller coaster of emotion and I think I'm finally getting to the point where I can step back and say..."God is good. He is faithful. This is what I'm learning." So here it is... The end of month seven was a struuuuuugle. A struggle that unfortunately spilled over into month eight. I think that the heart of my roller coaster can be summarized most simply in these words: Transition. Lonely. Homesick. Selfish. Satan. Let me e