
“Endurance is not just the ability to bear a hard thing, but to turn it into glory.”
There are going to be times when things become exceptionally clear to you.
Every so often, we have moments that awaken our senses and make us see things clearly. It’s like a splash of cold water on our sleepy faces. It shakes us up and helps us understand our feelings, thoughts, and connections with others.
To the mentally ill, our arrival at this place brings a glimmer of hope. With clarity, we can distinguish between reality and illusion. The power of change lies in this discernment, a remarkable work of the Holy Spirit. We learn that self-transformation is out of our reach, only the Spirit possesses this ability.
The Bible and its promises are completely saturated with His power.
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. Choose wisely.
Depression and darkness may affect us, but there is no better refuge to find than God. Even though we may feel discouraged, we can still choose to protect ourselves. If we don’t choose the right path, we will struggle in our own mistakes and faults.
Trust me, I understand how miserable that can be.
We dare not let the darkness we face confuse us.
In every fiber of our being, we must resolutely stand against such a dire fate. We must not, under any circumstances, allow the tendrils of darkness to once again ensnare us. In the very core of our essence, we are guided and redeemed by the profound sacrifice of the Lord Jesus.
Picture it, if you will: like a lost soul traversing a treacherous minefield under the cloak of night. Nothing should hold more significance to us than shielding ourselves from this ominous threat. Let us rise together, united in our relentless pursuit of light and liberation.
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 poison that few can resist. Any odd romanticism of “being a tragically wounded poet” is so foolish, and dangerous.
But the truth is, we have Someone who has decided to be our Savior and He speaks to heaven about us.
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 deceive ourselves. 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 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.
But no matter what has happened, 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.









