It has been quite a week. Not knowing who reads this, and realizing one can say too much here, I will tell you the truth---last fall, I was diagnosed with a chemical depression--the saritonin in my brain stopped saritonining. Since then, I have been on medication and been adjusting medication and think we have hit on the right combo. My brain was incapable, at that and this time of my life, to adjust as much as my life was changing all at once...and a big part of the adjustment has to do with the challenge of building a new kind of support system around me, other than a specific local church and staff, and dealing with a single person's life. This is a challenge...I think I have used that word twice now, and, well, it is a challenge. I have a small group of very good friends, each of whom have been working overtime the last ten days to help me realize, in the midst of quite a short, but intense bout, that, no, I am not crazy; yes, I am still working very well; and well, yes, I am loved. I thank you all: Susan and Nancye and Kendall and Philip and Sam (my bro) and I am better. Part of the getting over the dip was hearing Timothy Keel preach in chapel at Saint Paul Wednesday. Wow, what IS it about all of this emergent stuff that makes me smile even in the dips??? It is a gift, it is fuel for my life, it is a balm in Gilead, to make my soul sing with hope and healing and wholeness.
(The wonderful painting is from the www.janisproductions.com and is entitled "A Balm in Gilead")
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