I Served The Lord With All Humility And With Tears And Trials That Came To Me Through Depression And Mania

Was I serving the Lord when I cried out "help me!" on those days when getting out of bed was a trial in itself? Or when I became angry over the "you're not really depressed" judgments from people who hadn't a clue what I was going through? Did I serve the Lord when I persevered through double depression sparked by overhearing others whisper that all I wanted was attention? Or when I begged Him to pleeeaaase take the curse away?

How about when I came down from a manic wave, not necessarily the dramatic kind but the kind where you talk a mile a minute and come up with all kinds of insights and creative plans only to fall into a depressed state a few days later horrified and embarrassed.

Make no mistake, whether it's molasses or insanity depression and bipolar illness are a trial. Thanks be to God that all we have to do is lift up our hearts in whatever mood we find ourselves in order to practice humility. Let us serve the Lord with courage, perseverance, and determination. Let us use the times of remission well and thank God for them. No trial is in vain. No heart felt prayer goes unheard. And like some of the great Saints before us we can be productive in our service, however that plays out.

Picture is of my mother.

Reference: just-wicca.blogspot.com