I’ve spent more time thinking about the concern of my last post: whether the message, for me, of Jesus’s healing, is that if my faith were great enough I would be cured of my mental health challenges.
I’ve decided to go a completely different way with it.
I’ve decided that rather than thinking of myself as a failure on the faith front, I’m going to consider myself someone who has been blessed, as someone whose prayers have been answered.
See, as a younger person my challenges were my whole world. There were times I wondered if I would ever be able to live a normal life.
But over the past 20 years I’ve learned important skills and found medication that allows me to live a contented and productive life. I have all the tells of personal and professional success: a happy marriage, close friends, a responsible job, colleagues I enjoy, a Masters degree, peace of mind, and a comfortable place to live. I’m satisfied by my choices and life has worked out for me. I am incredibly fortunate.
And that’s fromGod, too. I spent plenty of time praying for relief. I got it. I don’t need to seek a cure from every challenge to demonstrate faithfulness. I’ve received my relief, and I’ve got years of benefit under my belt that I’ve been able to build on.
It’s all good. And now on to Luke.
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