For 5 years following the death of my husband I had been on cruise control. Breathing without living. Seeing without vision. Hearing without listening. Tasting without savoring. Touching without feeling. Waiting without anticipation. I had been mired in the depths of grief and depression so long that I didn't even know what I had been missing. Five years of slowly drowning in despair...
THEN...
I waited patiently for the Lord;
And He inclined to me,
And heard my cry.
2 He also brought me up out of a horrible pit,
Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock,
And established my steps. Psalm 40:1-2
And He inclined to me,
And heard my cry.
2 He also brought me up out of a horrible pit,
Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock,
And established my steps. Psalm 40:1-2
Did I learn anything from that period of time spent within the clutches of my own despair? Yes. Did I grow closer to my Heavenly Father? Yes. Did my faith and trust increase? Yes. Am I a better person than I would have been otherwise? Most likely.
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. James 1:2-3
NOW...
I am ALIVE! God has given me new purpose. Beauty for ashes. Joy for mourning. Praise for despair. I want to grab life by the hand, pull it close, feel its energy wash over me taking me places I've never been...tasting, touching, and seeing the things which make up my dreams. I want to wrap my arms around it tighter and tighter until my arms ache...until I have squeezed out every drop of experience it has to offer.
SO... if you look around and find yourself in a pit don't despair and most of all don't give up. Learn what you can. Lean on your Heavenly Father. Trust. And then hang on! There IS life after the pit.
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