Mental illness is not a sin. What my mind does with it is.
When I am bound by bipolar, I fear movement. I cast this unimaginable shadow over myself that darkens with each passing day. I proved this earlier this month when I looked out my office window and noticed the sun.
"God, if you have to take my son, I will let him go."
I will never forget the pain in those words. I was heartbroken and angry. How would God do this to us?
"Lord, do I have enough in me to handle this"
From offended to offensive. God says to examine our own heart.
Surrender is healing; in ways we often never expect.
Whether we are fighting battles in our faith, or Satan on the frontline, the message is clear.
The devil prowls. We know creatures who prowl come to destroy and devour.
he Bible spoke love, but I heard shame. I carried the secrets of my past as weights chained around my neck. Some days I was physically ill by the sinful nature I chose.
I no longer embrace change like I used to. A confession I wish I never had to make.
Christians don't always comprehend the road to robust mental health. Our detour isn't always a sign of slipping away, but can be a sign of rising up.