Voids and Rodeos

Doris loved horses. Horses were sure, steady and didn't care about the mark on her face. They did not care if one was considered cursed by those who are supposed to love and protect their child.
 Mary tried to shower Doris with love, affection, and acceptance. But having the woman that birthed you look at you as though you were a mistake! A void grew in Doris's heart. A vast, empty, and gnawing void, that would never be able to be filled.
She rode, and rode like a pro. She was drawn like a moth to a flame to the Rodeo. Horses! Misfits! Home! Doris thrived. She was happy. And one day, a tall, dark, and handsome Texan rode into her life. They both loved the Rodeo. They rode together, competed together. Living on the edge! Love or lust, didn't matter. Her void was being appeased. One day, Lewis, got down on one knee and proposed. Could this be the happy-ever-after that Doris dreamed about?

We think that Doris may have suffered from depression and possibly a Thyroid issue that caused an imbalance as my grandmother was diagnosed. My mom remembers that there was times that Grandma Doris would cry, but she had no reason to be at that moment and would even say things like: "I don't know why I am crying" or "I don't know why I am so sad.". She was surrounded by friends and love- some form of it- but she would be empty, lost, sad, and broken.
My mom was told that her grandma would fall into this depression . Doris would have to go off alone, jump on her horse and whistle for her dog and she'd go off to try to erase or shake the funk.

Too many of us have had things happen in the past that have made us vulnerable to mistakes, sin, and abuse. We fall for the lies that we tell ourselves: it'll make ME happy. We fall for the lies that the world tells us: Everyone is doing it. We believe that an individual, a drug, this new thing can fill our needs or hide them; it can cover up and blind us to what we are truly, inside, the person we never show others. We think these things can make us content, but they wont. Let's be honest. That person fails us. The drug wears off. The thing becomes old and used. 

There is One that can heal any void, made by any heartache any person in the world could have endured. There is no sin, addiction, or abuse that He can not take care of.