PRAISE INSTEAD OF DESPAIR
I’ve had a tendency towards melancholy for as long as I can remember, starting right back in my childhood. I became a Christian in my early twenties and even though it was quite a dramatic conversion, it didn’t stop the sadness, confusion and even rage within me. I met my husband Paul while I was on antidepressants, and I came off them a year later, a couple of months before we got married. I have been advised numerous times since then to go back on antidepressants, and at one point I carried a prescription around in my pocket for weeks. But each time I came close, the bottom line I always came back to was this: These drugs are not going to heal me. They might take the edge off for a while, but only God can heal me. And He did. It wasn’t what I expected. If I had been the boss of my own healing it probably would have been a zap-pow, I-now-pronounce-you-depression-free kind of a thing. We all long for a shortcut out of suffering. But God did something much better. When Paul and I had been married a couple of months, I was walking in our local park, and I was in a bad way. Deeply troubled, really lost in darkness. That day, God spoke clearly to my spirit: ‘Do not be afraid. The fullness of your healing will come through pregnancy and motherhood.’ I was delighted about this. Full healing sounded great. And so did motherhood. Bring it on! It wasn’t until four years later that I became pregnant for the first time. And those four years were still spent in varying degrees of depression. There were plenty of times when I had angrily doubted and questioned what I’d heard. Then, when I did finally find out I was pregnant, I assumed this was the fulfillment of God’s promise. But again, it wasn’t to be the way I had imagined. At the 12-week scan we discovered that the baby had no heartbeat. We then went on to have two further miscarriages. It was tough, and at the time I just couldn’t see how it matched up with God’s promise. But God’s Word tells us that He is close.......
I’ve had a tendency towards melancholy for as long as I can remember, starting right back in my childhood. I became a Christian in my early twenties and even though it was quite a dramatic conversion, it didn’t stop the sadness, confusion and even rage within me. I met my husband Paul while I was on antidepressants, and I came off them a year later, a couple of months before we got married. I have been advised numerous times since then to go back on antidepressants, and at one point I carried a prescription around in my pocket for weeks. But each time I came close, the bottom line I always came back to was this: These drugs are not going to heal me. They might take the edge off for a while, but only God can heal me. And He did. It wasn’t what I expected. If I had been the boss of my own healing it probably would have been a zap-pow, I-now-pronounce-you-depression-free kind of a thing. We all long for a shortcut out of suffering. But God did something much better. When Paul and I had been married a couple of months, I was walking in our local park, and I was in a bad way. Deeply troubled, really lost in darkness. That day, God spoke clearly to my spirit: ‘Do not be afraid. The fullness of your healing will come through pregnancy and motherhood.’ I was delighted about this. Full healing sounded great. And so did motherhood. Bring it on! It wasn’t until four years later that I became pregnant for the first time. And those four years were still spent in varying degrees of depression. There were plenty of times when I had angrily doubted and questioned what I’d heard. Then, when I did finally find out I was pregnant, I assumed this was the fulfillment of God’s promise. But again, it wasn’t to be the way I had imagined. At the 12-week scan we discovered that the baby had no heartbeat. We then went on to have two further miscarriages. It was tough, and at the time I just couldn’t see how it matched up with God’s promise. But God’s Word tells us that He is close.......