Melancholy me

I’m posting today at Out of the Ordinary about melancholy funks and how I fight the fight for joy…

Not only is my general disposition toward the less-than-joyful it seems that the older I get the more prone I am to occasional bouts of deeper melancholy. Being in the dumps, down, depressed, whatever you want to call it, this funk-y state often sneaks up on me thanks to my hormones. Sorry, guys, just keepin’ it real. If you’d like to click away, please do but I promise this isn’t a post about hormones. It’s about the gospel. And persevering when I’d really rather sit on the sofa and feel sorry for myself.

To borrow John Piper’s term, I must fight for joy. “Joyful, joyful” is not my default emotion but I can fight for the kind of settled conviction that dispels the darkness of my despair. I’m not talking about happy, happy euphoria but something deeper: hope, peace, and, yes, joy. Here’s what helps me fight the fight…

Read the rest of my post here.

 

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Author: Lisa Spence

Wife, mother, Bible teacher, bibliophile, occasional blogger