Tell me, please, how one gets to the place where crying an ocean of tears is just one blink away — without any obvious cause?
How is it that meditating on all things good, and seeing the positive side of whatever, can be a trail that leads to a desolate clearing that seems laden with sorrow?
It is so contrary. So wrong.
What is up with that?
How does sadness loom randomly, and oppress so overwhelmingly?
© 2009, Alexa Lopez



Just read your post . . . AFTER reading this morning in Ps 69 and sharing (a bit candidly) how refreshing it is to see verses so emotionally distant put right together in the Word . . . just for us . . . just to remind us that the journey from joy to sorrow is sometimes just a blink, just a word, just a whisper apart. Ps 69 – I am sad … I will give thanks in song and God is pleased . . . juxtaposed and yet harmonic. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.