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Some things are so precious we need to find a safe place for
them. And we need to be doubly careful we don’t forget where we hid the prized
possession. So many times I’ve done that; I’ve lost what I desperately wanted
to be able to find.
I feel sure this is a possession you may want; it’s a possession
I value more than almost everything else. Beside God, my wife, my children and
my family, this possession is about as valuable as they get.
Let me start with a story.
It involves an event that took place on October 4, 2003. About
the worst day of my life, indeed it was a period of the worst days of my life.
But this particular day an event occurred that saw my mental health spiral out
of control.
I received news that, as a human being, you are never prepared
to hear. When you hear that kind of news, there is a mixture of disbelief,
numbness, anger, and emotional torment. What was already bad had become
immensely worse. When the gravity of the situation hit me about 1 PM I began to
react in ways that I could never have foreseen. The next few hours were
perilous. The worst kind of thoughts running through my mind. I was doing a lot
of driving, yet I was hardly fit for it mentally. I was a danger to people, to
myself. My mind was being bombarded and heart was being crushed. The only thing
that saved me was my three daughters. The only thing. I was absolutely beyond
hope, suffering a cataclysmic lack of will to live. That night I didn’t sleep.
I don’t think I slept the next night either. That Sunday, October 5, was just
abominable. Within days I was skating on thin ice mentally. And it all
culminated in a massively acute mental breakdown on October 8. They were heady
days, and October 9 and 10 were a cacophony of anxiety and hopelessness. This
week that I depict here was unfathomably distressing, within a generally deep
and distressed time.
That was 15 years ago today; to these very days.
As I look back, I know I didn’t have the vision to hope for what
I have today, because all I wanted was what I had just lost. I didn’t recognise
that I couldn’t have that back. But had I hoped to be revived again, I would
have hoped to be in place where I am today.
As I look back I am fond of the fact that, through faith, and
not giving up, that I have arrived here, today, 5479 days later, and an earlier
version of me believed enough to keep going. And now the future version of me
from that day 15 years ago now has so much to be thankful for. An event
happened today that confirmed my empty heart’s longing those 5479 days ago; a
sense of arrival, a kind of stake in the ground… that event showed me how God’s
had a hold of me all the way through… that He’s good all the time.
So, the possession is a gift from me to me, or from you to you.
The sort of gift that will inevitably be received.
The sort of gift that will inevitably be received.
When we sow our deeds of faith as obediently as we can,
especially when there is no reward in the present, we pave the road in gold
coloured bricks all the way to the future of version of us.
Each day is a brick. And as the days come and go the road is
slowly but ever so surely paved. It reminds me of one of my favourite Bible
verses that meant so much in those shocking days in 2003. This is one verse
that will keep you alive when you have nothing left to live for. It did, me.
It says in Galatians 6:9 (NRSV):
“So let us not grow weary in doing what is right,
for we will reap at harvest time, if we do not give up.”
for we will reap at harvest time, if we do not give up.”
For the future you, there is this gift that comes only by faith
that steps as wisely and courageously as it can. The future you is a glorious
and majestic reality. You will not fail to see the consummate blessing in it.
If you’re undergoing an utter estrangement from yourself that we
call grief, do keep stepping wisely, faithfully, courageously, for a new and
more splendid day is coming. God will help you create it.
As bad as things get, keep believing that good things are
coming.
They are!
They are!
The future you is why you’re doing what you do now. Keep it up.
When it’s hard to keep going,
remind yourself where you’re headed,
why you’re doing it,
and what arriving there looks and feels like.
Imagine it. Breathe it in. Camp a moment there.
Then, watch yourself lift and go again!
remind yourself where you’re headed,
why you’re doing it,
and what arriving there looks and feels like.
Imagine it. Breathe it in. Camp a moment there.
Then, watch yourself lift and go again!
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