Tangled. Unfocused. Wandering. Searching.
These words describe my heart in the last few weeks. In an almost unnoticed way my heart began slipping. I didn’t see it coming, but a dark, gray cloud grew bigger and bigger right over my soul.
I cried to God for help, but I felt blind – like I couldn’t find my way back to the sunshine.
Pride kept me from talking about it. I mistakenly thought that no one would understand. Or perhaps they would think that something was wrong with me.
Something was wrong with me.