I’m in a very different season of my life than I’ve ever been. I’m officially referring to it as The Spiritual Drought of 2017. I haven’t been a Christian for very long, and I would call this season my first real spiritual trial. It started when my daughter was born in January of 2016 – I was diagnosed with postpartum depression and things haven’t been the same since.
Like, I said, the Universe isn’t a thing, so why did I feel like there’s a force out there that wants me to fail?
And then it dawned on me in the middle of the day as I sat in the glider in Clementine’s nursery. I feel like there’s a force out there that wants me to fail because there is.
I wanna share one of the most horrific and saddening nights Derek and I have had since becoming parents…