Compelled, Called, Moved?

Actually, I feel compelled to do more than comment.  I have never had interest in blogging until very recently.  Now, I feel the need to write all the time, so I'm jumping in.  Here's the story:


I lost my father about a year ago (2/13/10) to suicide.  I have been on the roller coaster of grief ever since.  It's unpredictable.  You just never know when you'll be sad, happy, angry, lost, anxious, confused, or exhausted by all of it.  I've battled heavily with depression as well.  It seems to come in phases, one of which began last October (2010) as I approached the 8 month anniversary of my father's death.  A seemingly insignificant number, but for some reason, it hit me hard.  I began to journal almost daily to deal with the deep grief I was experiencing.  Over the next four months, I wrote about almost every issue of my life.  I didn't expect to write for that long.  I'm not one to journal regularly.  I write song lyrics, the occasional poem, but not page after page of processing deep struggle.  I am a thinker, but again, I've never really been interested in writing it down.


Now, I feel compelled to write, to talk, to share.  I am a believer and follower of Jesus Christ and it is His truth that has led me to this place.  It is His truth that has given me reason and purpose for living.  If you are reading this, then you are the reason I'm writing.  I just can't seem to get away from the urge to share the truth of the gospel and my passion for the truth of God's Word.  He has changed me.  I want you to know that he can change you, too.


Till next time,   


Jeremy