This has been home to me for over 20 years. I’ve served with all of my heart for many years; now I just attend, sporadically, when I’m able to get out of bed and get moving. Sometimes depression and anxiety keep me home. Sometimes I just don’t feel like going. Sometimes I don’t want to go and just sit on the sidelines, watching things play out that I once felt so sure I was to be a part of. I know it’s been a few years now, but the truth of the matter is I am still broken, still hurting. I wonder if anyone really sees the depth of my pain.
When the human heart is