*sorry these are scattered thoughts as I’m waiting for dough to rise :P
I must confess that I have been struggling a lot this past winter quarter.
With what you might ask? With missing my parents.
It’s really difficult for me to share about it just because it feels like it takes so much effort to explain what I’m going through and at the same time it’s just awkward and uncomfortable both ways. I know what it’s like both to be on the listening end and on the talking end. There just aren’t words that can compare to the loss. And to be honest, in my lowest points I just don’t want to have bible verses thrown at me (not that they should not be used to encourage). It’s just that for those of us who mourn, during that time that’s just what we need to do: to mourn. Part of my difficulty is not allowing myself to either.
This past quarter has been the hardest quarter for me. The end of tenth week and into finals week I began sinking into a depression that I knew all to well from past experiences. I felt like crying all the time, was drowsy and lethargic, and wanted to avoid all human contact (I even considered cancelling on the sr trip). Since I had become so accustomed to not missing my parents, to not feeling depressed, to just addressing one emergency in my family to the next, I was not ready for the humbling experience God had put before me. In reflection I realized that for so long I had not afforded myself the luxury of addressing my own emotional needs. The past 13 years of my life had exhausted my emotional state from taking care of one person after the other. Finally for the first time, I had been turning my attention to myself and realized that I was not done grieving: I don’t know that I ever will.
Yet, God is faithful. I definitely had a crazy finals week in terms of work, school, family, myself, and other things (you can ask me about it if you want)-> but here I am, still thriving as a testimony of God’s faithfulness and grace in my life. I definitely learned to rely more on Him than anything in the deepest of my depression. Matthew 5:4 says blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. How will they be comforted? By the Gospel. For me, the only light I could see in my day was knowing that because of His Son, I was God’s child, that He was Sovereign, and that even this was a part of His sovereign plan to sanctify me. At times my rational mind shunned the idea of a sovereign loving God and held His promises in disbelief, but my heart knew what truth was and clung to it.
It feels like you are in a dark tunnel. The speck of light at the end, the Gospel. Sometimes as I’m walking, I may lose sight of that little light, but as I persevere, as I continue to believe in the promises that lie ahead, the light grows and grows. My steps lighten as allow Christ to carry my burdens. And by His grace again I am rejoicing as a child of light.
So some practical nuggets I’d like to share are:
Romans 12:15 says to rejoice with those who rejoice and mourn with those who mourn. Indeed if someone is struggling, though sometimes reminder’s of God’s promises are needed and encouragements with reassuring biblical references may be merited, sometimes it’s just better to listen and
Jeremiah 29:11-13
God has a perfect and sovereign plan for good and not for evil. God, in His infinite knowledge and wisdom, will work all things together for our good (Romans 8:28). He uses the most unlikely (to us) situations to bring us to the light, to remind us of who we are meant to be in Him.