At some point you just have to drive a stake into the ground.
So I did.
Looking in the mirror I realized I had lost my joy, I was tired or the things I was doing & not doing. I was tired of being frustrated. I was tired of sickness. I was tired of mourning death.
I was tired of being tired.
So I took steps to rediscover myself. One of the first things I did was pick up a book. A real book. And read it. AHHH! The floods of joy were overwhelming.
How could I have let life and the internet take away those times with a book. I realized the only thing I had read in a little over a year was the Bible and even that was in survival mode, not for joy or for revelation.
This may seem like a silly thing to be the start of break through but GOD works in mysterious ways and a core value of my life is that STORY MATTERS. So I will take it.
The picture is of all the books I am currently reading. What are you reading? What would you suggest I add to my pile?