tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764197356088627779.post4119716010369368320..comments2023-08-27T06:40:43.601-04:00Comments on Missing in Sight: Estoy dejando irUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764197356088627779.post-86960783790169115192013-01-23T19:22:14.969-05:002013-01-23T19:22:14.969-05:00Words of encouragement may seem hollow at times, b...Words of encouragement may seem hollow at times, but I hope you will forgive me for trying...<br /><br />I don't know if you believe in God at all -- I myself refuse to go to a church, but I read the Bible and what you have been describing lately sounds eerily similar to a time I walked through, not all that long ago. A time of utter despair, total heaviness. The world was cold, fruitless, void. I tried everything, but nothing seemed to help.<br /><br />Except one tiny thing.<br />I kept repeating this one little half-verse in my head:<br /><br />"Hope deferred maketh the heart sick."<br />(i.e., waiting toooooo long for something hoped for creates its own new pain <br /> -- I had to look it up, but it is Proverbs 13:12)<br /><br />To me, it means that someone out there, somewhere - whoever wrote that - SEES that all these years my heart has gone without warmth and beauty, and my hope is finally leaving me, and it is making me SICK. Sick worse than the previous sorrows. Sick enough that just having someone KNOW that you are sick -- and understanding the reason -- is enough to tether hope to me, at least by one tiny thread...<br /><br />SynthGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430458285543776437noreply@blogger.com