There is a Beautiful hymn that has become quite personal to me these past few weeks. It's lyrics by, blind hymn writer Frances J. Crosby in 1873. The title, 'Blessed Assurance'. It has become my spirits anthem through a trial that is extremely personal which I would like to share with you.
Mental Illness has been a journey of sudden torrents that then flowed into a steady stream of sadness and despair. A four year fight of keeping my head above the water. Suppressing the thought that this was my battle. The war that would seem to find a lull and then begin again with vengeance. Until very recently, with the help of my beloved husband, I was able to raise my white flag and to surrender it all. To find healing within the arms of a Savior who judges not, but loves wholly. To find restorative correction through the wise in their expertise.
But my story does not end there. Yes. As Frances composed well over 100 years ago, "Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Savior am happy and blest, Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love." My journey is far from over. In fact, it will be the one I follow as long as I draw breath. But I have a new perspective today. A familiar song within my heart. The Lord is beginning something new. Purpose and direction is the road I choose to follow. And with the help of my family and His guidance, I cannot wait to see all that is in store.
