I have to wonder if I only write because it selfishly allows me to process, to gain perspective. And if so, why post that crap for all the world to see? Why share it with anyone at all?

Because I think I’m not the only one tired of reading the “five easy steps” and the “one thing you must do” blog posts. I write and share because I can’t be the only one who goes through this. And I am tired of the sunny side. Does God have a plan? YES. Is all this life nothing to be compared with what will be revealed in glory? YES. Do we need to constantly remind ourselves of these anchoring truths? YES.

But we have lost the art of lament. We have become uncomfortable with dwelling. We want to push-push-push, forget the “bad”, focus on the “good”. We go so far as to think that it’s a sin to think anything that isn’t good, pure, right, etc. Rather than ask ourselves why our soul is downcast, we try to cram as much truth down our throats as we can muster and we think that our mental health will be changed by how loudly we proclaim its goodness.

The truth will set you free. The truth is meaningless without context.