a new song

I am not quite sure how to approach my first blog post. It is sort of an awkward thing, really, to jump out of the woodwork and hope to catch your attention with something worth reading. I have had numerous ideas and words floating around in my head for quite some time, trying to assemble themselves in just the right order so that they may be the first to be written down here. But nothing seems worthy.

Not to mention the fact that I chronically struggle with insecurity. And putting myself “out there” is a scary thing for me. If not for the encouragement of a dear friend (thank you, Lisa) I may never have dared attempt this at all.

So here I am. Sitting at my computer, watching snowflakes fall outside, listening to some Christmas music on Pandora (yes, Christmas music at the end of January), and trying to start this new chapter in my life.

And it does feel like a new chapter.

I will confess to you that I have been in the throes of depression and anxiety on and off for the past few years. For a long while, I felt like I was treading water in an icy lake of despair. I had fallen through the ice and there was simply nothing to grab onto. This was okay on some days. Because some days the sun would shine on my face and I’d be strong enough to tread water. But other days I would go under. I would swallow the bitterly cold water. I would despair that I’d never have the strength to surface again. I always did surface, of course. And for a few days, when I was strong enough to tread, I had a faint hope that I would some day escape my icy grave. That perhaps someone was coming to rescue me after all.

But no one ever came.

I reached the end of my strength. I finally just sank. I stopped fighting. I was just so tired. And I let the depression have it’s way.

At one of my lowest points, just 6 weeks ago, I met with one of my pastors because I was in utter despair. I felt like there was something evil living in me, trying to take over my mind. As I sat in the van with my husband waiting for our meeting, I reflected on how empty I felt. How numb I felt. I just wanted to be done.

I looked up at the dash of the van, and there sat a card my son had handcrafted to his grandparents that we had never delivered. It was lying face down, and the words staring up at me read, “God will help you.”

I don’t now how else to describe the feeling I had but to say that those words thudded into my heart. I knew they were from God. Even though at that moment he felt so far away and so foreign to me. Through those words, God gave me a glimmer of hope that he was walking me out of this.

After a lot of prayer, he put a peace in my heart that it was time to see my doctor. Time to get help.

Surprise of all surprises, the one thing I never wanted to do was the very answer God was giving me. I put the idea of taking medicine out of my mind numerous times. Surely I could control this myself. Surely more vitamins would make me healthier and therefore whole. Surely if I just avoided coffee and sugar I could keep my jitters at bay. Surely I needed to just learn to think differently. Surely if I would only pray and read the Bible more I’d be healed.

Mind you, none of those things are wrong in and of themselves. Its great to eat healthy, take vitamins, pray, read the Bible and think right. I recommend them all, in fact.

But you know, God said to me through numerous godly women in my life, “Beloved, there is something wrong with your body right now, and I have given doctors the smarts to make a medicine that will help you. Use it!” Without the reassurance of those wonderful women (you all know who you are, and I thank you form the bottom of my heart) I don’t think I would have ever rid myself of the guilt and fear that plagued me when I considered medication.

Six weeks later after my seeing my doctor, I am beginning to feel normal again. Beginning to feel happy again. I can feel joy again. The emptiness is gone. My kids have their mother back, and my husband has his wife back.

Even though I feel better, the medication isn’t my answer. God is my answer. I needed to stop trying on my own and follow his leading. No matter where that leading was taking me. He does, after all, know me better than I even know myself.

I pray that I never forget how God reached out to me and brought me hope.

“I waited patiently for the Lord;
He turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy it,
out of the mud and mire;
He set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.”
Psalm 40:1-3

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12 thoughts on “a new song

  1. Amy, you are the most wonderful person inside and out, thank you for your courage and honesty about what you are going through. My prayer is that this reaches many others and helps them get out of the pit of depression and that you will be stregthened through sharing. Excited to follow you> :):)

  2. Hi Amy, Welcome to the wonderful world of blogging. I’m a friend of Lisa’s in Australia. I haven’t got my own blog but I’ve been following Lisa’s. Thanks for sharing. Hope it goes well and God is brought glory and honour.

  3. Amy, I loved this entire post. You are so honest, and that’s what all of us Momma’s need, honest friends! 🙂 You are such a beautiful person!

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