What I do know is that I love and am loved.
I am loved.
(But not necessarily in that order -- a topic for a future posting to this blog.)
When I think about this, I am convinced that this is all I've ever wanted. So how could I be depressed or even appear to be wallowing in my own mud puddles?
I love and am loved. Yet I stress, I feel pain, I get angry, I inflict pain on others, I fail when I have the opportunity to succeed and I experience disappointment when there is no good reason to be disappointed.
Is that depression? Nope. I'd like to think of it as honesty. And the honest truth is that I am still hoping for that thing that I'm not even sure what it is. The Apostle Paul explains it like this:
"But we also who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves still groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body. For we were saved in this hope, but hope that is seen is not hope; for why does one still hope for what he sees?" (Romans 8:23-24)I don't want this blog to be depressing. I want it to always point to hope. That's what I'm doing. I am blessed, yet I still groan. I eagerly wait. I hope.
Bibliography: Surprised by Hope