A choice to make

Depression is a choice. Strange way to begin a post isn't it? well not everyone can make that choice, true, but in certain situations you can allow yourself to either be weighed down, or lifted. I choose to be like the eagle who rises on the wings of the storm allowing it to carry him to greater heights. What is the cause of this seemingly long winded musing. Well I've been in a situation for the past six months, and it has been a heavy burden. It of course is complicated, and relationship related, but that's a story for another day. The point I'm trying to get across, is that despite the weepy, short-fused, dreary days, I had to have a heart to heart talk with myself.

Me: Sweetie we can't go on like this, what's the way out of this black hole?
Me: well, let me think about this, you know the one called LOVE don't you? the one who willingly gave Himself up for you? the One who loves you with that I Corinthians 13 love?
Me: yes I do... :-)
Me: Okay, problem solved, take it to Him and let Him ease the pain, take His beauty for your ashes, and His dancing for your mourning.

So I did. Why wouldn't I? I do give great advice after all!