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striving and grace

I have been on a journey for roughly two years. Healing from a wound that was deeper and more widespread than I imagined. During this journey the Lord has met me, walked with me, and held me every step of the way. During this journey, He has healed me in so many ways. But one rock I continue to trip over is running ahead of Him.

I know my salvation is a gift of grace and mercy. This gift costs dearly, but nevertheless, Jesus willingly accepted His fate to free me from living a condemned life. I know there is NOTHING I can do to make Him love me or accept me more or less than He does RIGHT NOW!

But…

I keep trying. I don’t know how not too. It is as though it is completely hardwired into me. I want Him to be happy with me. I want to prove to the world how amazing He is. But, that isn’t my job.

Two and a half weeks ago I decided to lower my depression medication on my own. You see, God had already allowed for me to do this successfully two other times over the last 6 months. This time, I didn’t really ask Him. Oh, of course I prayed, God be with me in this. But not, God, is this what you want. Of course it is what He wanted. His goal is that I am no longer on any meds, right? Right?

Maybe not.

I don’t know the reason why it didn’t work. But it didn’t. After a week or so my family started to ask me if I was avoiding them. Was I angry with them? Did they do something to make me be so quiet and shut off?

This weekend I had to go back to my former dosage. And, I felt defeated. Failure was the word that swam over and over in my mind. I apologized to God for being a failure. Then, it hit me. Jesus doesn’t call me that. He calls me Beloved, Redeemed, His Child; never failure.

I wish I could tie this all up into a pretty bow. Lesson completely learned. I keep thinking back to something Sheila Walsh said years ago at a Women of Faith conference. Her words helped me then. I was ashamed the meds I was taking. And her words freed me.

She said that she decided to go off her meds. She thought in her mind, “everyone will see how well I am doing and ask me about it. Then I will say, I went off my meds. Look how well I am doing.” Instead a few days later, people who loved her came to her and asked her, what was wrong. She asked God, “why didn’t it work? why do I need this? isn’t it a terrible witness for me to proclaim how awesome and wonderful you are and then need medication to make it through each day?” She said God told her, “Who are you to decide what you need? I made you. Who are you to decide what does or does not bring me glory.” She said from that day on she thanked God when she took her little pill each morning.

I don’t know why depression is something I am to bear. I don’t know why it isn’t just removed. But, I do know that I can trust God. Whatever I am walking through, He allowed it to pass through His hands. I need grasp hold of the fact that instead of being ashamed, I can be thankful that He trusted me with this. Thankful that He does not leave me to walk this road alone.

Thank you Jesus.

4 Comments

  1. Emily

    I am proud of you Theresa – which sounds weird, I know – but I know what you have overcome and managed – and how strong you really are. We all have things that cause us to struggle and question ourselves – but it doesn’t diminish your heart or your achievements – even the most personal ones. The one thing you may see as the monster in the closet is irrelevant to your witness and journey to those who love you, and that includes God. Just my thoughts – love you!

  2. Teresa,
    You capture beautifully what I experienced during the last years of my 2 decade depression struggle. I struggle with conveying it now as it were, with telling the story of my healing everywhere and every time I tell it. I struggle with, after having been healed all those years ago, now dealing with the fibromyalgia that I have because I feel exactly as you do – that if it is the thorn in my side that I am asked to endure in this season then who am I to miss an opportunity to bless someone else, help someone through their struggle, even be blessed in ways I never imagined. He reminded me who I am… I am HIS. And he’s got this. I know I’m healed again, but until that manifests, whether it be here or in eternity, I am completely living every day in His plan and would have it no other way.
    I don’t know how much of this journey of mine you have read, but I’d love to share more of our experiences together. My testimony, at least my condensed version of it so far, on my website tells only a bit of it. I am writing a book about it, because He called me to years ago, and I know the timing has been to wait for many reasons. Maybe one of those reasons is because of the fibromyalgia simply because it ties into serotonin levels just like depression does. He’s impressed upon me to write about healing based on what Scripture says, because so many people get it mixed up. I was healed miraculously after 20 years, but that does not mean I will be again in this lifetime and I will not be demanding of Him. I just think there’s way more to God and His plan to bring people into His kingdom and bring Him glory, then many or maybe even most Christians understand or even try to understand. There is that “God box”. And I refuse to keep Him in it.

    I realize this post is older, and I hope to catch up on some of your other posts soon. But my ears are open, because I’ve been there too. Got bless you as you tell what it is He’s doing through you and what you’re going through, because it will bless others.

    • Thank you so much. I absolutely agree, there is so much more to God than we even comprehend. Thank you so much for the encouagement. You are in my prayers my friend.

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