There are times when things get exceptionally clear. Those moments burst into our muddled thinking and bring a crystal clarity to us. It doesn’t happen very often, but through it we start to see something our present situation. It’s icy water splashed into our sleepy face. It completely adjusts us and we are launched into a startling awareness of our hearts, minds and relationships.
To the mentally ill, it verges on not quite enough (but sometimes it is) when we are brought into this place. Alert and awake, we are ushered into a certain sense of what is real, and what isn’t. Change often hinges on this special discernment; it truly is an amazing work of the Holy Spirit. We discover we can’t change ourselves, but the Spirit can. The Bible and its promises are soaked with His power to make this happen.
There is a certain hope and security that comes from His restoration of our mixed-up lives. His work is quite exceptional, for He is an Artisan. However, we will never be happy or at peace if we refuse. And if we decide poorly we will get stuck inside a deep loneliness, and failure– the realization of being cast aside.
It’s scary, but so much is based on what we decide in these chosen times. Depression and darkness will continue to pelt us. But there is no other authentic shelter to be found! By our stubbornness and pride we will be soaked through and through. But even in this dejected state, we can still decide to harden our hearts. If we do not choose Him, we will stumble in our own darkness and sin. This is a miserable place, I have been there.
The darkness really shouldn’t confuse us. (We most certainly should not let this happen.) On just a volitional basis (thinking) we must not let the darkness reassert itself into our lives. We are delivered by what the Lord Jesus has done for us. He shepherds us through a darkness that is quite convoluted and complex. (Think, being lost in a minefield at night.)
The desperate nature of our mental illness should bring us to see our steady confusion as darkness. It advances on us and so many can’t resist its strength. But being mentally ill is not something that someone can just decide on, it is real and carries a venom that few can resist. (Any romanticism of “being a tragically wounded poet” person, is so foolish, and dangerous.)
But the truth is, we have Someone who has volunteered to be our Savior and advocate. He will speak on our behalf. He alone can escort us through this terrible darkness. Without His voice we can’t defend ourselves, and we will just fizzle out into a blind future and an ugly eternity. We are desperately sick; and He is the only cure.
If you are presently struggling, I would tell you that you have a home. It is a place of an acceptance and assurance. The cost of depression and delusion can’t even come close to matching even the simplicity and basic place of just being a “minor” disciple of Jesus Christ. (It’s like choosing to drinking a tall glass of used motor oil rather than a cup of clean cold water.)
He has been pursuing you, in a deep hope you will respond to Him. I exhort you to embrace this love and trust Him, even when it gets very hard. But no matter what happens, don’t ever give up.