Well, carrying on my uber-serious theme one more day. I think this topic warrants just a little more conversation. And, since I 'opened a can of worms' yesterday, lets just go with it.
Life is messy. Life is beautiful. Life is hard. Some days/ seasons/ years are harder than others. Though I may struggle, I believe that even on my darkest days, I can look at God and know it is well with my soul. Knowing that my future is secure and knowing The One who walks with me and sings over me, can give me rest in the midst of a low day.
I wish I had the positivity of Corrie Ten Boom, who could praise God even in a concentration camp. I fear fear itself. That the next big "thing" that hits me or our family will just bury me under anxiety and depression. I've got to be careful what I see. It is true that I can hardly read the news- because I will become distressed-- physically, I can feel myself breathe harder. Instead of taking that nap to refuel for the horrid afternoon "witching hour" in which all three kids become crazy coo-coo's, I will lie there helplessly wondering about the world and crying out with tears, "Jesus, come back today!". It is also true that my own sinfulness and selfishness and shortcomings lead to depression- I don't hardly want to try because failure seems inevitable.
But.
But, if I look at God, I see His sovereign power OVER the world. That He has compassion on all people- far more than I ever could. His timing is right, is justice is sure. If I look at God, I know his forgiveness is complete, His love for me is all-consuming.
Life is messy. Life is beautiful. Life is hard. Some days/ seasons/ years are harder than others. Though I may struggle, I believe that even on my darkest days, I can look at God and know it is well with my soul. Knowing that my future is secure and knowing The One who walks with me and sings over me, can give me rest in the midst of a low day.
I wish I had the positivity of Corrie Ten Boom, who could praise God even in a concentration camp. I fear fear itself. That the next big "thing" that hits me or our family will just bury me under anxiety and depression. I've got to be careful what I see. It is true that I can hardly read the news- because I will become distressed-- physically, I can feel myself breathe harder. Instead of taking that nap to refuel for the horrid afternoon "witching hour" in which all three kids become crazy coo-coo's, I will lie there helplessly wondering about the world and crying out with tears, "Jesus, come back today!". It is also true that my own sinfulness and selfishness and shortcomings lead to depression- I don't hardly want to try because failure seems inevitable.
But.
But, if I look at God, I see His sovereign power OVER the world. That He has compassion on all people- far more than I ever could. His timing is right, is justice is sure. If I look at God, I know his forgiveness is complete, His love for me is all-consuming.