. . . let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us . . .
Dear Bipolar friend, dear Mom or Dad of a bipolar kid, dear friend whose loved one died of madness,
This morning as I sit in my bed dog-tired from a packed, heart-breaking, heart-soaring, traffic-filled yesterday, I struggle to find my way into writing. And then, I remember you. And I remember why I’m writing on weekends and nights, why I’m missing events and postponing regular visits with friends.
I remember YOU. And I listen to this:
And I hear Paul’s words: Run the race set before you. And I know it’s my turn, friends, and I’m running, running straight to you.
I feel a dawning, a new beginning, a new way for those of us labeled, drugged up, pushed to the corners, spiritually damned in this world, only to be surprised how loved we are in the next.
It’s time, time to stand up for you. And this humble, broken, flawed servant is going to stand. for. YOU.
Change is coming.
I covet your prayers.
All my fierce heart,
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