I lost the mission. Slowly, over the last year. An erosion of my faith and sense of purpose. Bits of silt and debris built up in my psyche and algae grew on the stagnant water. I felt as though I was in a dark, cloudy, muddy creek bed. I lost faith, then trust, and finally hope. My spiritual soundness and stability was completely shaken. There were too many losses and fears. I couldn't move and couldn't see what way was forward. I felt like I was in a vicious storm-- tossed from one crises to another and I couldn't find anything to hang on to. I couldn't see a path that didn't end in death and devastation. I didn't even see a way out. A lapse in faith, a storm of stress, trauma, loss, fear and weariness have taken their toll. I am not who I was or where I was. In the last month things have changed. A tiny eddy started and grew and stirred up the water. What began with slight movement is no...
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