Last winter was a tough one for me. At
times it seemed a darkness came over my soul with no warning or
reason. I found myself crying through daily chores until my tears
had run dry. I was newly married to pretty spectacular beau, had a
fun job, and a great church family. Why was I so sad? It didn't add
up.
As my husband noticed I wasn't quite myself, he pursued me and explored what was going on. Together, we talked through the external things going on in my life: the gloom of winter, the solitude I faced during most of the week, recent life transitions, et cetera. And while these were definitely factors in my sadness, they were not the ultimate problem. As I began to explore my heart, a growing sense of loneliness was revealed. I had shifted my focus from God to my immediate circumstances, not believing God to be who He claims to be, and fulfilling the hopes He has promised.
I wasn't believing that He would never
leave or forsake me (Hebrews 13:5); I rejected Him as my helper
(Psalm 54:4); I denied Him as my true comforter (Isaiah 66:13).
While my external circumstances had a real role in this darkness I
experienced, it was also true that my sin of unbelief helped the
darkness to linger. I want to be careful to say that I am not
comparing my story to someone who suffers from depression, and I am
not saying that depression is a result of sin. But in my story,
pain and sin coincided together.
During this time I had little desire to
read scripture, though I knew my heart needed the words of the Lord
to sustain me. My husband recognized that need, and we began to read
from the book of Psalms every night.
This is not the first time that the book of Psalms has served as a great reassurance. These pages in my Bible have seen my tears in the past, and undoubtedly will again in the future. I mean, what girl can't relate to David when he says “Every night I flood my bed with tears”? That's the story of junior year, am I right?
This is not the first time that the book of Psalms has served as a great reassurance. These pages in my Bible have seen my tears in the past, and undoubtedly will again in the future. I mean, what girl can't relate to David when he says “Every night I flood my bed with tears”? That's the story of junior year, am I right?
The book of Psalms serves not only as a
source of comfort, but one of inspiration. I announced Facebook and
Instagram that I'm setting sail on a new creative project. This is
something that I have been wanting to do for a while now, but
couldn't quite put my finger on how to accomplish it. Thankfully, my
husband is more creative than I am, and helped to reign in my
thoughts.
Over the next few weeks I will be Photographing and writing through the Psalms. It will be a mini devotion of sorts. I do not claim to be a great photographer, and I'm definitely NOT the best writer. I do, however, believe that we are to use what we have to glorify the Lord and point others to him. I pray that my mediocre gifts will point to a great, creative, and holy God.
Over the next few weeks I will be Photographing and writing through the Psalms. It will be a mini devotion of sorts. I do not claim to be a great photographer, and I'm definitely NOT the best writer. I do, however, believe that we are to use what we have to glorify the Lord and point others to him. I pray that my mediocre gifts will point to a great, creative, and holy God.
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