There are days when the dark clouds of affliction hinder my experience of the Son’s warmth. Whether it’s my personality, the seemingly never-ending reality of struggle, spiritual warfare, or a mix of all the above, at those times a sense of depression sets in. The dark clouds define my outlook on life.
Today has been one of those days. My gloominess increases during a time of sickness, when my energy level is around zero degrees Celsius (I’ve been living in the U.S. for over 18 years but can never make the switch to Fahrenheit).
As I’m recuperating after a few days of not being able to eat, I decided to eat something and go to the beach—a view of the vast Atlantic Ocean always benefits my mental stability. Seeing a “boundless” ocean helps me see things in a more proper perspective.