“The depressed don’t simply need to feel better. They need a Redeemer who says, “Take heart, my son, my daughter; what you really need has been supplied. Life no longer need be about your goodness, success, righteousness, or failure. I’ve given you something infinitely more valuable than good feelings: your sins are forgiven.”
Elyse M. Fitzpatrick
“And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus.”
It really does come down to “needs” after all. I don’t need to feel better, and I don’t need a to take another Zoloft. Do I believe in psych drugs? Yes, most definitely. I do need to control my moods. But when we talk about need (its really an emphatic word, it needs to be drawn out) I have discovered I really have very few needs.
I’ll tell you what I need. I need to follow Jesus with my cross. I need to pray and worship in His presence. I need to love my wife and children. I need to love my neighbor. I need the Word, both ‘rhema’ and ‘logos.’ I need a good pastor, and I need to fellowship with other believers more than I do.
Its good to go through this sifting process. I do not need to feel happy, healthy, wealthy, content, strong, moral or helpful. I do need God however. Yes, I am “mentally” ill. I do take meds to keep me from burning down our house and shooting our dog. I’ve been listening to music in my head that others can’t hear. I see things, astonishing things. I sometimes have to deal with paranoid feelings that would curl your hair.
But what do I really need? I desperately need God.
I need his love. I need to know all my sins are forgiven. I need to know that I will be with him forever and ever. I guess the challenge is now yours, sort out these issues. It doesn’t matter what flavor of mental illness you have. You need Him. Everything else is mostly froth and scum.
“I will answer them before they even call to me. While they are still talking about their needs, I will go ahead and answer their prayers!”