Hello, my beloved readers. Today I commemorate the 500th post on The Beggar’s Bakery! What a long, strange trip it’s been. Thank you for letting me share you thoughts and dreams with each and every one of you. Here’s to 500 more!
By: Jana Greene
To all my friends struggling mightily during this crazy, isolating, chaotic time, I see you.
For those of you also hurting so deep inside that you feel like you’ll implode from the sadness and confusion. I hear you.
My sweet friends wondering if things will always be this way, and despairing because there is no end in sight, I feel you.
Depression is a cold bitch who delights in despondency, but she will not have the last word.
Because as much as she feels like the strongest force around right now, she lies.
She is a house of cards, building upon one fear at a time on a foundation of sand. And she is helpless when the tides turn and again – always – wash her out.
Love will have the last word, as it spurs us all on toward hope.
Hope is the Comeback Kid, and Love it’s vehicle.
Hope nudges us to remember to reach out to others, even when all we really want to do is shut down.
And there Love gently guides us. It holds us. It comforts us through one another.
Love says “keep going” and eventually, one fine day, yells “that’s a wrap!” when despair finally backs down and we can laugh again.
And it will back down.
It will always bow down to Love.
It can’t help but bow down.
I’ll keep going if you will. Keep going with me.
And we will wait together for the tide that is surely turning again, just as it always has.
Just as it always will.
- Jana Greene
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