I’m joining #FiveMinuteFriday over at Kate Motaung’s place. The word prompt is LIFT. Below is five minutes of free flowing writing. The forward slashes indicate where the timer started and ended. Go!
//I felt the weight of the night lift off of me. At daybreak, I tried to remember what she said, “His mercies are new each day.” I crossed the room, barefooted and lightheaded. How long would I pay for the mistakes of my past?
I pulled at the worn jeans in my closet, grabbed a twice-worn shirt and clothed myself. Depression doesn’t magically disappear. Another day and another mighty force to overcome. And the answers weren’t arriving fast enough.
I was young then, lost on the language of doctors and adults who said I was just being a spoiled kid. It could be worse. I wondered how long I would dance alongside that beat. How long would I have to deal with the dark inside?
I felt the weight of the dark lifted off of me. I met Him in the middle of a retreat in 2013. As he was lifted onto the cross that afternoon, he drew my dark with him. Like a mute given the power to speak, he wrapped my depression around his body.
Clothed in white, he hung in front of the crowd. The retreatants wept and I listened. I listened before I wept. I watched him hang for me.// There is no greater glory than the voice I was given when I saw him crucified. Although it was a play, it was much more than that to me.
I will never forget the dark lifted off of me.
Disclaimer: I am a recovered depressive. The journey of depression is different for each of us. Some of us choose medication which I condone as part of a treatment plan with a therapist. Whatever path you take for recovery, trust that you are loved and cherished by the Most High.
This is not a fleshed out piece or advice for treating depression. This is a five-minute free write on the word LIFT. It brought back a memory of when I was depressed and how God lifted me out of that. It’s merely a flashback of my personal account.