Making an introduction would be both inappropriate and useless, so I'll just leave you feeling as though you picked up a book and opened it right down the middle. After all, the beginning is still there if you care enough to go back and have a look.
Right now, I'm in the valley. At least I think I am. There's always an inner dialogue in which I question the breadth of my tribulations, wondering whether or not they truly warrant the inner turmoil, feelings of nausea, and constipation (of all sorts). Surely, there must be someone whose valley is darker than mine... I've finally come to the conclusion that this is a no-no way of thinking. Your story is your own, and if this is the darkest your valley has ever been because you spilled your bowl of cereal this morning, then it's the darkest it's ever been. That's not to say that perspective is tossed out of the window... Something worse than spilling cereal will indefinitely occur, and when it does, you'll wish that it would've just been a cereal spill. Realizations of what is truly important may even come from incidents in the lives of others. However, to live in a constant state of thinking which says, "Susy's situation is worse than mine, so my sadness over the cereal is no longer valid," is a never-ending spiral of worthlessness. In so many words, you only know what you know*. It's like thinking NyQuil is the worst thing you will ever put into your mouth until you taste Robitussin. Humans will always, by nature, be infatuated with comparison even when by it they are consumed. To deny yourself agony and pain in the name of "something-much-worse-this-way-comes" may very well be to deny yourself a lesson. You are where you are for a reason, and there is always something to be gained.
It's a funny thing to be asked how you're doing whilst in the valley. The answer I'd like to give is, "Well, I feel like someone has shat heavily upon my head, but at least it's not diarrhea, eh? Eh?? HA!" Actually, sometimes it is diarrhea. There are days when I scream and cry and try to figure out how many variations of "f*ck" I can come up with in an hour because no one wants to be covered in poo and are you kidding me wah wah stomp feet slam door......but then there are times when I sit still with a Friend, snap on the latex gloves, and see if the defecator perchance swallowed any diamonds. I've found a lot of diamonds. And when I'm tired of looking, my Friend finds more. Sure, they need to be sterilized and polished, and rarely is that process a fun one, but the result is always worth it. A ring turns into a bracelet turns into a necklace turns into a crown. *insert something relating to the solid Rock on which I stand ha ha ha, punny*
I was making a salad for breakfast (because when you wake up at 11:30am, you eat spinach and call it breakfast as punishment) and when I went to grab dried cranberries, they were nearly gone. How in the... What the... No one in this house even likes cranberries as much as I do and the bag was full not three days ago and did someone spill them and shucking fit. After I calmed down, which took longer than I'll admit, I thanked the Lord for the few dried cranberries that He made sure were left in the bag. Yeah, I only had, like, six of 'em. But six were better than none because what would've combated the pungency of the goat cheese?! (Has anyone else noticed that after you put goat cheese in your mouth, but before you chew it, it tastes as though you've just walked into a high school basketball game and accidentally inhaled through your mouth right when there was a rebound? No? Okay.)
Alls I'm sayin' is, look for the diamonds in the rough. You won't be able to do it alone, so find the One most qualified to assist you before you drown in a heap of
Peace, love, and goat cheese, playuhzzz.
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P.S. There were more than six cranberries. There were, like, eleven. But still.
(*To be clear, I do not at all mean this in an ignorance-is-bliss sort of way, or that one should put a cap on their "knowledge.")
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