This post is to encourage that person who feels like giving up because you think you’ll all alone. “No one understands what I’m going through.” Not true some people and Jesus always does. Reading through the book of Hebrews has helped me grasp that Jesus doesn’t just save us from sin. He actually cares about every aspect of our life and suffered human pain both physical and emotional. As for the people, let me be the first to admit, I have been there. I have thought I was a unwanted by those around me. I let the pain inflicted by one person allow me to believe that I was not valuable to anyone. I hid out from life in a deep, deep depression and thought how much easier it would be to just give up. Why didn’t I? There was a still small voice inside me. The voice of the Holy Spirit, Himself told me, “No.” I became a child of God at the age of five and although I often doubt I deserve it, and sometimes feared I had lost my salvation, I never did lose it and none of us deserve it. I questioned again my being on this earth on more day when the weight of postpartum depression threatened to swallow my whole. I can’t promise I have been through your trial, but here is the truth. You matter! God wants you! He made you to be His. He knew your life wouldn’t be easy, but he wants to use you just the way you are. The people around you that care about you might not be able to understand. Would you wish your suffering on them so they could? Of course not. Don’t think misunderstanding means lack of love. If their love, is making things harder for you, give yourself space to heal. It gets better. You’ll remember why you laugh and smile. You’ll remember again. For today, decide like I did. My life belongs to God. Only he can decide when it ends. You are precious. Don’t forget you are never alone. Don’t give up on life.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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