my parents killed shrek and ate him for dinner. poor guy.
i don’t really know what it feels like to be depressed, but i think i might be.
but the joy of the Lord is my strength.
and for whatever reason, i’m walking through this valley with a purpose. and i know there’s Light at the end.
but i’m not about to pretend like i’m superhuman. i’m struggling. and i’m struck down, but i’m not destroyed. His promise will endure.
i need (1) hugs, (2) encouragement, and (3) prayer.
let me know what can be in prayer over for you, too.
i don’t like being a downer.
ps.. if you might be serious about praying for me, let me know.. i can be more specific.