heh heh ;o)
Painful though. Very painful. And costly.
Yet worth every second of it. As silver refined and tested by Fire to the limit. Just praying I never have to go through that lesson again! ...yeeee...
I said You were my Shepard, I said You were my All
And if by chance I stumbled that You would break the fall
But these were merely words I spoke when others were around
Until I got a chance to see what You'd do when I was down.
It gave me insight I would have gotten no other way. I never, from the time I was a tiny child, had a crisis of faith. Not to say I didn't have problems but I never doubted Him or His word. This, in some ways, made it much worse. Because if God was there and He cared then the reason I was feeling that way must be all my fault. And I didn't know how to fix it. (Bit of a egotist wasn't I?)
I had help getting out. The responsibility for another person was tossed in my lap and because she needed me to be more then a semi-functional person I had to become fully functional. And it didn't matter that I was too tired and ashamed to do it, it still had to be done. What I would never have done for myself I did for her.
I went to the doctor and got what I needed to get me out of the grayness. Once that happened it was simply a matter of learning to put one foot in front of the other again. I don't think I have ever done anything harder in my life.