I'm so Lonesome, I Could Cry
By James Merritt
Psalm 102:6-7
1. I was eighteen years old, I had never been away from home, I had never been far from family. One August morning I woke up early, my stomach in a knot, fighting back tears. I got in a car with my parents, my older brother, and one of my aunts. We drove eight hours, five hundred miles, without barely saying a word, sometimes choking back tears, sometimes letting them freely flow.
2. I was going off to a college whose campus I had never even seen. I was going to room with a fellow that I had never even met. I will never forget the scene as my family prepared to leave. For the first time in my life I saw tears in my Dad's eyes. My Mom and I could barely look at each other. Very few words were spoken.
3. I will always remember watching the car pull away, waving at them as the car disappeared over a hill, with tears streaming down my cheeks. But I will never forget the instant that car disappeared, how the floods of loneliness washed over my soul. In a strange place, with strange people, having to adapt to a strange way of life, that night when I laid down, I was so lonely, I did cry. I literally cried myself to sleep.
4. Thomas Wolfe, the genius author, one of our country's greatest novelists, best known for his novel, You Can't Go Home Again, once wrote these words:
''Loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon...is the central and inevitable fact of human existence. When we examine the moments, acts, and statements of all kinds of people - not only the grief and ecstacy of the greatest poets, but also the huge unhappiness of the average soul, as evidenced by the innumerable strident words of abuse, hatred, contempt, mistrust and scorn that forever grate upon our ears as the manswarm passes us in the streets - we find, I think, that they are all suffering from the same thing. The final cause of their complaint is loneliness.1
5. The great Christian psychiatr ...
By James Merritt
Psalm 102:6-7
1. I was eighteen years old, I had never been away from home, I had never been far from family. One August morning I woke up early, my stomach in a knot, fighting back tears. I got in a car with my parents, my older brother, and one of my aunts. We drove eight hours, five hundred miles, without barely saying a word, sometimes choking back tears, sometimes letting them freely flow.
2. I was going off to a college whose campus I had never even seen. I was going to room with a fellow that I had never even met. I will never forget the scene as my family prepared to leave. For the first time in my life I saw tears in my Dad's eyes. My Mom and I could barely look at each other. Very few words were spoken.
3. I will always remember watching the car pull away, waving at them as the car disappeared over a hill, with tears streaming down my cheeks. But I will never forget the instant that car disappeared, how the floods of loneliness washed over my soul. In a strange place, with strange people, having to adapt to a strange way of life, that night when I laid down, I was so lonely, I did cry. I literally cried myself to sleep.
4. Thomas Wolfe, the genius author, one of our country's greatest novelists, best known for his novel, You Can't Go Home Again, once wrote these words:
''Loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon...is the central and inevitable fact of human existence. When we examine the moments, acts, and statements of all kinds of people - not only the grief and ecstacy of the greatest poets, but also the huge unhappiness of the average soul, as evidenced by the innumerable strident words of abuse, hatred, contempt, mistrust and scorn that forever grate upon our ears as the manswarm passes us in the streets - we find, I think, that they are all suffering from the same thing. The final cause of their complaint is loneliness.1
5. The great Christian psychiatr ...
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