So, turns out, depression is like a room engulfed in flames and you can’t breathe for the sooty smoke smothering you limp. Ask me how I know. And suicide is…
Maybe the point of loss is to show us that all is actually not lost.
I screamed at the heavens, demanding a different answer, a second chance, to go back, to do it over, do it better, but instead I began living a life I didn’t choose.
The beauty and completeness of her personhood nullified the value system to which I had subscribed for so long.
When I finally submitted to the fact that a sovereign, good, and trustworthy God was the one in control, not me, I was set free from the hold that fear and anxiety had on me.
My shame kept me quiet, safe, alone but it also kept me from knowing other broken ones.
Our pain does not minimize His goodness to us but, in fact, allows us to experience it in a whole new way.
A flourishing human existence finds its source of power in God and is demonstrated through a life of love.
I had no assurance of anything other than the God of heaven, His sovereignty, His fearsome might.
Sometimes it feels as if God has invited Himself into my pain, when I had hoped to be invited into His healing.
For in the end, it will be fine.
