Light

I just finished watching a very sad movie, Things We Lost in the Fire.

That's what I do when I am really depressed. I feed the sadness. But somehow it helps, because I can cry about a movie, when I can't cry about my own darkness.

It's like lancing a festering wound. It doesn't cure it, it just brings it to the surface so it can begin to heal. The problem with wounds like this is there is usually infection present, so sometimes lancing isn't even enough, it needs an antibiotic. Something to stop the infection from spreading.

I need the healing balm of the Word.

The Word was always there. The Word is a light to everyone, it shines in the darkness, and the darkness can NEVER extinguish it.