Friday, February 18, 2011

It Comes Back

These past few days have been glorious!  Sunshine to the clinically depressed is one of the best medicines.  The weatherman tells us that freezing temps will return to our area tonight.  This saddens me, because truly, I feel so much better in warmth and sunshine. 
If you suffer with depression, understand this:  it will return.  It is not a matter of "if" but a matter of "when".  Early in my adult life I wanted a cure.  I thought that if I did life right, there would be no depression.  Besides, I am a Christian.  Isn't it somehow a sin to be depressed when the God of the Universe is your Daddy?  But life hit me with gale force winds, and I found that the band aid of "right living" would not heal the stinky pus that harbored just beneath the skin of my thinking. 
In my thirties, I began the journey of getting real help, seeking medical and mental guidance.  It was the best thing that I have ever done for myself and for my family.  And the most useful thing that I learned was that it will come back.  It is not a matter of curing, but a matter of coping.  Someday, there will be a time and place where every tear will be dried, every illness healed.  I look forward to that day when I dance with Jesus, who has counted every tear that I have cried.
Here is something that I wrote years ago:

Tears

I have counted
            Every tear
            Released from your heart.

See here
            With the eyes of your spirit.
See here
            This bottle of tears.

I have saved them.
            These are My precious treasures.
            I hold them close;
            I know each one.

Each tear I hold captive
            Has released you—
Released you to grow,
            To believe,
            To be.

As you suffer,
            You become.

I see Myself in you,
            The way you walk—
            In your smile.
I recognize Myself
            In your tone,
            In your precious eyes.

You are becoming
Like Me.
            I am blessed.

I love you, child.
Your tears are with me—
            Safe,
            Numbered,
            Known.

Written by,
Julie Compton  February 16, 2000
2 Corinthians4:16-18;  Psalms 56:8


Put on your dancing shoes, friends! 

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