Wow. My last post was January 2nd. I’m still here dear ones. Losing my father-in-law leaves me speechless. Coupled with depression makes me taken 2 hour naps at 10am. Like Amy, I’m exhausted even after a 10 hour night of sleep.
When Jesus was in the Garden of Gethsemane his stress was off the charts. I dare say his anxiety and depression were off the charts as well, but obviously his work was completed.
We underestimate what the Father can do when we are at rock bottom. Jesus was at rock bottom, and he even asked the Father if there was another way to accomplish what he was there to do. He endured. He did not call 72,000 angels to deliver him from said assignment he willingly volunteered for. He knew exactly what he was up against and in the face of stress no human should have to endure he allowed the Jews and Gentiles to torture him to death.
I’ve never experienced that kind of anxiety or depression. Fear has coursed through my mind and heart. Questions will forever be present so long as I shall live, but the kind of mental anguish Jesus went through in Gethsemane I will never know because that’s a price he paid I’ll never have to pay. To imply that I can even touch that debt to pay is to make light of the cross. I will not do that because of the great love he pours upon me right now from that amazing grace. Just writing that releases me to “hold” the world by a string.
It makes me more powerful than Gal Gadot’s portrayal of Wonder Woman. That’s powerful dear ones.
All of us are subject to suffering. There’s not a single one of us who will leave this earth without suffering.
The common denominator is that we have a Father who is literally in our hearts, and when we intentionally put Him in our minds wonder is not far away, and great things will happen.