The Darkness Within

So, here it goes again. Another topic the Lord has really been placing on my heart. A lot! I mean like multiple times a day. Its a very controversial topic in the Christian circle. One that many Christians are suffering with in silence. Depression. Anxiety. Panic Attacks. Mental illness.

After my husband died I was left with emotions and feelings I had never ever experienced before. It hurt to do anything. I mean even sitting up in bed reading a book with my sons hurt. My body ached. My soul cringed. Every part of me was in pain. I would sleep the entire day while my sons went to school. I would't eat. Not because I wasn't hungry, but because it hurt. It hurt to think of eating another meal without my husband. It pained me. I would grow nauseous and all of my favorite foods, repulsed me. I would throw on whatever I could find and pick my sons up from school. We would come home and I would use whatever little energy I had left to take care of their needs until bedtime. It exhausted me. One would think that I would have energy since I slept all day, but I didn't. As soon as they fell asleep, I cried. I sobbed. I was broken and afraid. I felt alone and isolated. Every verse I read drove a deeper knife of betrayal I felt from God. Every song that used to encourage me and give me hope fueled my rage. I only let a very select group of people in my life to know how I was suffering. I felt guilty. I beat myself up for my doubt, anger, and lack of faith. I even questioned if I believed that God was good. I was ashamed of these thoughts and feelings which isolated me even more.

I didn't realize it was depression until months later when I had gained an alarming amount of weight, looked and felt awful and the doctor told me my blood-work was concerning. She then asked if anything had changed in my life recently to cause such a change. I broke. I could barely even speak through the hot tears that ran down my face. I finally whispered that my husband had died unexpectedly and how scared I felt. How alone. That I sleep for hours and hours during the day and then am restless at night. It was then she told me I was depressed and dealing with anxiety. She wanted to prescribe me something to take the edge off. To help me with the trauma I just walked through. I held the script in my hands and walked to my car. I sat there and sobbed. Why? Why me? Why us? What now? I went home and researched all of the side-effects of the medication and those scared me so much more than the hope of feeling "normal". I decided I would wait and pray about what I should do.  I didn't fill the script. Ever. But if I did, it would have been ok, even if some of the church, friends, family or even strangers didn't agree. It was in that place that I began to see something so clearly. There is a stigmatism attached to medication especially for mental illness. For many, it is as if other brothers and sisters in Christ have attached a label to you as "faithless."

But, I challenged some with this thought. If a diabetic takes insulin to survive, are they faithless? No. They understand that they need the medication to live. They can pray and pray and beg and beg God to heal them, but, sometimes, the healing is in the form of the medication that has been provided. Someone with cancer knows that they will continue praying for a healing but also use the means and medications readily available to them in efforts to kill as much of the cancer that they can. Extremist will say that anyone who takes medication for any ailment is faithless. They do not believe that God can heal them and therefore they take the medication which in turn proves their distrust of a Mighty God who heals. Statements and groups like these boil my blood.

My mother, who is with our Lord and Savior, suffered tremendously from depression and bi-polar disorder. My Dad, who also is in heaven, was a pastor. We lived most of our childhood in church and we were taught the Bible and about all of God's promises at a very young age. My mom needed medication to stabilize the chemical imbalances that were going on within her body that made her act like someone she didn't even recognize when she looked in the mirror. However, she would pray and cry and beg God to heal her and stop taking her meds. When that happened, we all suffered. But she suffered the most. It would take weeks and sometimes months for her to regain normalcy after receiving treatment again. Our life was wonderful when she took her medication. It was scary and unstable when she stopped. However, my Mom knew God was a God of miracles and healing, and He gave her the doctors to help her heal; through medication.

Now, before you go on judging me and saying I am pushing medicating for everything, please know, I am not. I am a firm believer that our diet and nutrition play a huge role in our health. I also believe that one should try everything naturally first before going to medication if possible. I do know there is an epidemic of prescription drug abuse and addiction. That blog is for another time.

I am very relieved to know that those closest to me in my darkest of times did not pass judgement on me when confessing my struggle with depression. Instead, they prayed with me and for me. They checked on me multiple times a week. They didn't give up on me. And one of the best reliefs was they even told me that if I needed medication to help me, that it was o.k. We all need these friends in our life. Just because I didn't choose medication, doesn't mean I am super-human. I still struggle with depression and anxiety, but not as much as before. There are still sleepless nights where fear grips me, but I am at a place now where I can listen to worship and it calms me instead of firing me up.
Some mornings I wake up with a heavy weight on my chest and I know its going to be a battle to get up and smile. But, I get up and pray for supernatural strength to overcome it. I may nap that day or even cry all day, but tomorrow is a new day and His mercy is new every morning. Amen?

So this is me. My open, vulnerable life for all to read. I don't write this for me.  I am writing this today because God has pressed me to, not because I want to. Are you struggling with depression, anxiety, fear, isolation, etc. and haven't told anyone out of fear of rejection or guilt? If so, I pray that these words compel you to take the first step and talk to someone you trust. I pray that today you break that chain of entrapment. I pray you find freedom in telling another how you are hurting and that the Lord would use them to walk alongside of you in the journey of healing.

Does God Still Have My Back?

Over the last year or so, I have been presented with this question. Its a loaded question that has really caused me some hesitation in even blogging about it, but I know it is necessary. When God has a message He wants you to share, He will not relent. He will constantly remind and pursue us until we obey. Remember the story of Jonah? God gave him a clear cut message to deliver, but Jonah was afraid and blatantly disobedient. Well, as the story goes he ended up in the belly of a big fish and dropped off exactly where God wanted him to go in the first place. I don't want to end up in the belly of a fish so I am no longer procrastinating. :)

I have to warn you ahead of time. This post may offend you. You may totally disagree with me, and that's ok. You may think that what I am about to say is "way off" and want to run in the other way. That's ok. Then this wasn't for you. Or maybe it is, but not now.

In the last 1 year 9 months I have experienced the unthinkable. As you know, my world had been completely wrecked by the death of my husband. It wrecked me. Yes, even though I am a Christian and proclaim that God is good, it wrecked me. There still are days where I get angry at God. I question His goodness. I question Him in every area. I have experienced other loved ones passing away since my husband's death. I have watched other church families lose a mother and a father; one expected and one unexpected but regardless, the pain is unlike any other. I have watched others lose loved ones to addiction, depression, suicide and cancer. Monthly, my Facebook feed has urgent prayer requests for friends and family who are walking through tragedy. Then, last week I heard something on the radio that I know God wanted me to hear. A mom was telling the story of going into pre-term labor at 30 weeks and being air lifted to the hospital. She went on to say that she and the baby almost died, but didn't. One of the hardest things she had to do was leave the precious son in the hospital when she was sent home and it almost broke her. But, she said that she knew God had her back and it was going to be o.k., and it was. This time.

Why do I say this time? Well, what kind of story would she have had if her son didn't make it? Would she say that God still had her back? Or what about the grieving children who just lost their Daddy unexpectedly? Did God have their back? ( This is where you may get offended)

You see, even in my horrific nightmare of loss after loss, I do firmly believe that God will work it out for His good and glory. Sometimes the pain and suffering we endure is questionable. Why do we suffer? Why does God allow it if He loves us? I honestly can only answer with what I know is true.
God LOVED Job. He even declared that no other man on earth at that time was as righteous as he was. God blessed him tremendously. He had it all. Money, land, livestock, a loving family, etc. Yet, God ALLOWED him to be tortured in a way we cannot even grasp. God watched Satan rip everything away from Job except his own life. Where was God? Did he not have Job's back? How could He allow this? He allowed it because God knew that one day, Job would pull through all of the suffering even stronger than before. Job was blessed times over what he was before the suffering.

I look through Scripture and see a common thread of those who suffered tremendously. Those who were sick, dying, paralyzed were healed. They proclaimed Jesus after their healing. The disciples and apostles suffered too. Take Paul for example. He suffered mentally and was a murderer. He was full of rage and turmoil. When God touched him, his life was changed forever. Did the suffering end because Jesus chose him to serve alongside of Him? Absolutely not! We read of all of the times Paul was beaten, stoned, imprisoned, starved, tortured all for serving Christ. Could God stop it? Of course! Did he? No. Paul also declared that he suffered from "this thorn in his flesh". He begged and pleaded for God to remove it, but God didn't. Some scholars believe that the thorn could have been anxiety, depression or migraines. Whatever it was, it ailed him. If you study the Scriptures, you will see this commonality.

Then, Jesus. He suffered the unspeakable. A torturous death he didn't deserve. Even Jesus begged His Father "to take this cup from me". However, because of God's perfect plan, He did not remove the cup. He watched as His own flesh was torn and sin separated His son from Him. Thank God the story doesn't end there! God did exactly as He said He would and Jesus overcame death giving us eternal life. Praise God!

Through history you will read about martyrs who loved God and served Him, but still died. Some very horrible deaths. Some will say that God obviously did not have their backs....but I disagree. I think if we think of it as God not having our back we are missing what God is doing ahead of us. Does that mean we just shrug off the suffering? No. God is fully capable of handling our questions and raw emotions. You are human. God understands. It pains Him to see us in pain, but some things happen for reasons we will never know this side of heaven. We only are capable of seeing and understanding the here and now. My challenge is to think and pray through the "what if?" What if God's reason for taking my husband was to protect me from losing him in something far worse? We all must pass from this earth into heaven and most of us don't know how we will go. What if God takes someone home prematurely in our mind but it's because they my suffer far worse? What if he takes a child early? Maybe it is because that child would suffer through sickness or pain as their mommy and daddy helplessly watch? What if?

You see God knows the entire story. We may not understand it. We may even hate the plan. But we eventually will get to a place where we trust Him. Even when we disagree with His plan. It's not easy. Believe me. But there is something very freeing about trusting that God knows all and knows the end of the story. Fully drawing on our own strength and understanding will leave us with more gaping wounds. Laying it all down for God to sort out brings healing. Even praying to God and telling Him that you dislike or even hate what is happening but that you trust Him will bring you one step closer to peace. I pray this for myself. I will pray this for you too.