I can recognize it better now. The foggy, fuzzy feeling that coasts along in apathy at best and morphs into inadequacy and despair at worst. Depression. And although I can recognize it, I don’t have the power in me to tell it to go. I am thankful for the ability to recognize it. I remember going…
This Day
It’s hard to see You through the fog sometimes To let You in Feel Your joy But I know You carry me through every hour Help me lift my hands Through it all, I know You give me this day In all of Your grace God teach me to see Teach me to praise To…