We jump from one side to the other, never knowing where we will land. A mentally ill 'jumper'.
Ask me about Bipolar; it's ok. I do not fear the questions.
Thank you. Thank you for noticing the lost faces of those on the margins, hiding in fear. Afraid of a society that fears mental illness! Worried about the conversations that need to take place, medication they can't afford, therapy or counseling they cannot find, deductibles they cannot meet, and family and friends they cannot trust.
Surrender is healing; in ways we often never expect.
If I want to join His purpose for my life, a life I surrendered to him long ago, then I have to trust.
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.
I noticed this week that I am losing focus quickly, am incredibly fatigued, and lost. If I don't write it down, I forget. All of these are my warnings blinking brightly.
There is no holding back. Praise Him in the storm is all I know.
The slow unpacking of a broken soul. Where the beat of a heart doesn't indicate life, but a life undone. When hopelessness is no longer a thought or feeling, but a destination.
My identity no longer lingers in the shadows of a victim or mentally ill and broken. What Satan hoped to imprison for life was surrendered and set free years ago by the blood of Jesus Christ.