That's me in a well...
really deep
really dark
kind-da smelly
muddy
I'm holding the bucket...
rope is piled at my feet.
I can see that blue sky up there... clouds floating by in the breeze.
How the heck did I get HERE?
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Please pray...
I want OUT...
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b
Friday, June 8, 2007
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Hi Bethany,
What do you mean?
Please
Aunt Marie
well I am not understanding what you are meaning so I will just follow along and see what comes up next ????
Marie... Guess it's a metephor for feeling a BIT BLUE...
well I kind of thought so, but I was startng to think strange, like frog, a lily pad, but the rope really confused me,
we love you Bethany, I have something to email you,
being down of course, feel free to feel it
I hear you Bethany,
Being blue is never a feeling anyone likes but sometimes I think it's where we find God's faithfulness at it's strongest!
I am praying for you Bethany that you can climb out of your well and into the sunshine!
I love you Bethany. Love can do amazing things. I'll be think of you. xox
I'll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I've swallowed. I remember it all—oh, how well I remember— the feeling of hitting the bottom. But there's one other thing I remember, I keep a grip on hope.
Lamentations 3:18-20
Bethany,
In your darkest day, Christ is there... He has not left His throne, He is simply drawing you closer to it! Its okay to feel down, but when you do, turn to Jesus...He loves you so much!
Luff! I send you LUFF and I am praying...
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