Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The Great Comforter, a true story

In peace I will both lie down and sleep, for You alone, O Lord, make me to dwell in safety.-Psalm 4:8

 

My soul waits in silence for God only; from Him is my salvation.  He only is my Rock, and my Salvation, my Stronghold; I shall not be greatly shaken. –Psalm 62:1,2

 

One of the greatest challenges of living with fibromyalgia is the tendency towards depression.  Living with constant pain and extreme fatigue can wear one down mentally.  This is why so many doctors prescribe anti-depressants as a form of treatment for fibromyalgia sufferers.  You may recall I do not take any medication whatsoever, a part from the occasional Tylenol or Aleve.  Thus, I can feel very depressed quite often.  So how do I deal?

God gets me through it day by day.  He has blessed me with a family that does not hold my irrational thoughts against me and He strengthens me with His Word.  That’s the way it’s always been.

Until recently.

What I am about to share with you is true and as real as this computer at my fingertips.  Some may think I’m nuts, but I don’t care.  It is too wonderful to keep to myself, and there may be someone reading this who finds comfort in my experience.  When I relayed it to Hubster, I wept profusely.  I may do so again in relaying it to you.

Lately I have had some serious personal issues that have been weighing me down considerably.  Usually, when I feel these bouts of depression come on I cry myself to sleep….pleading with God to show Himself to me, give me some answers and, well, take it all away. He never did.

Sunday night was different.  I was, quite simply, brokenhearted.  Instead of my usual ranting and ravings to God, I just couldn’t muster up the energy to go into all that.  I was at my breaking point and could do nothing but weep with a broken heart.   I simply said to God, “I wish you would hear me and answer my cry.  But, I will simply trust You to act in Your time.”  Then I turned on my side and cried some more, without any concrete thoughts racing in my head.

That’s when it happened.  Jesus laid His hand on the side of my head and stroked it, the way a mother would comfort her frightened child awakened from a bad dream.  I am not spiritualizing this.  I physically felt the weight of his hand on my head and the gentle strokes.  I instantly KNEW it was Him and I cannot describe the feeling of comfort, peace and joy that swept over me.  He blessed me not only with a glimpse of what it will be like to be eternally in His presence, but with instant soothing comfort.  I may be a grown woman with children of my own, but I am His child and I am forever grateful with this special manifestation of His love and the comfort of being under His wing. 

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs in the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:3,4

The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.  -Psalm 34:18

Glory be to God forever and ever.

Maranatha, come Lord Jesus.

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4 comments:

The Atypical Housewife said...

Thanks for stopping by your blog! I'm now following you as well!

This is SUCH a beautiful post. It gave me goosebumps, and literally left me speechless! God really is our father, and to feel His love and comfort is exceptional!

Elizabeth @ Virginia Is For Mothers said...

Thanks for the bloggy visit! Great testimony here...I might be passing your link along!

Deborah Kay at The Paint Splash said...

Marcia, Such a beautiful story of God's love for you. I have struggled with depression for years. I finally went on medication. I struggled with that. What kind of christian depends on medicine? I finally understood it was no different than a diabetic using insulin Praise God he touched you in such a beautiful way. Thanks for coming by Not Accidentally. Blessings, Debbie

Kristine said...

I'm in tears right now Marcia. So beautiful and amazing to know that the Creator of all the Heaven and the Earth cares so much that in our time of need and grief, He's there, giving comfort, peace, whatever we may be needing. You are not crazy and if someone doesn't think that our Heavenly Father speaks to His children, whether through a touch, His still small voice, or through others, then they are the ones who are crazy!