Do you feel yourself trying to tighten controls and to think your way to certitude?
Do you feel like a failure in God’s eyes when you sleep each night? Then why is the deeprest of depression “bad”?
We ache to know our own unknowable value.
You’re so, sooo much bigger than your sadness. There’s plenty of room in the hugeness of who you are. Sadness won’t crowd out the rest.
“Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all…”
Don’t be too quick to embrace the fundamentalism that summarily ascribes all of your good fortune to God/God’s will.