I’ve not hidden the fact that I am a Christian, that I pray, and that I have been diagnosed with depression. Sometimes I feel like all three of those things are what define me lately. I think about our Lord constantly wondering what His plans are, every day praying for direction and guidance. I pray for Him to take away the depression, just literally take it away and since that’s not happening soon enough for me, I also thank The Lord for placing me in the hands of wonderful professionals who know how to treat me. I thank Him for the knowledgeable and warm doctor and therapist I am in the care of. I heard on the radio today, “pray hardest when it’s hardest to pray”. Wow. What a statement. I felt like this was directly talking to me because when the depression rears its ugly head I find it hardest to pray. I find it hardest to believe He is with me. I know in my heart He has not left me and God never will leave me but in those times of “grayness” and confusion I do pray when it’s hardest to pray and sure enough the fog lifts and I again feel secure in the love of my Lord. And I’m so glad I did pray. Sometimes all I do is praise Him and thank Him for the many blessings He has given me. Many times just doing that; thanking and praising is enough to kick start some serious prayer session and I’m so glad I did that.
I saw my doctor yesterday. I let the depression carry on while I tried to fight it while refusing to call my doctor. Finally I just grew tired. Tired of feeling as if life is just passing me by while I mark off time. God placed this warm, extremely competent and caring physician in my path, I am a fool to not take advantage of that. I learned recently it can take a somewhat long time to recover from depression and trauma. Interesting, in my opinion anyway. I seriously thought I would take some meds, get some therapy and be on my happy way. Wrong. I never in a million years thought I’d still be in this battle. It is a battle and I’m fortunate that God is with me. I pray when it’s hardest to pray and He hears me.
Menay O; mom to 4, Christian and thrift shopper on the side... 