Writers need the space, time, and room for a quiet thought process. Family, friends, and bill collectors pay no mind. Suddenly, over the last few years, no one interfered with our schedules. Abandoned to all the hours we needed, we discovered that we didn’t want them. I crawled into my shell and found it crowded with others who spent months in their pajamas, had groceries delivered, and contacted the outside world only if forced.
Ironically, the same people I’d tried to avoid, nagged me back into the land of the living. Slowly, I groped to the surface. My nose reached for oxygen. I clung to my favorite verses.
I’ve learned to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I’m happy with little or much. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am. I don’t mean that your help didn’t mean a lot to me—it did. It was a beautiful thing that you came alongside me in my troubles. (From Philippians 4:12-13, MSG)
Christians we still are, but friend, let’s cut ourselves some slack. We are also human. Humans have good and bad traits. Mostly, we display the good, but occasionally some bad sneaks out.
God knows and understands. Thank God.