This morning happened and I really did not want to do anything. I go in and out of depression, and this morning like the last few weeks I woke up in it. As I began my day I was hit continuously by situations that shoved, pushed, and kicked me lower. Somehow I made it to the funeral.
It was, figuratively, just what the doctor ordered. From the beginning there was 'Hallelujah' singing. By the end of the tributes and praises session I was feeling a lot calmer, relieved and somewhat happy. (Yes, there was a praise session: boisterous singing; clapping; hand raising; the works. The type of praising I like.)
The sermon began and it was as though the pastor was having a conversation with me. As I thought various things he responded to them directly, and added more. The additions touched me as well. Some of them were just re-affirmations I needed, and others were things I would have gotten to later.
That funeral service was necessary for my upliftment. I hope it helps you too. Be blessed