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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