Living With Addiction
Strongholds of Depression
Damage more than the Afflicted
Day 11 of 40
News Alert: That mask I lived behind for many years showed the deep darkness to what controlled my very existence. Depression is a lonely torment. The enemy plants these tiny seeds of doubt into our minds with words like “You don’t belong, you’ll never be good enough or pretty enough.” This scheme of deceit creeps into our minds and hearts while this full-blown warfare develops solely to steal, kill and destroy.
Somehow, some way, I saw the hand of God extending down from heaven as I was driving off that cliff and grabbed ahold of it as my car smashed and bounced off the wall of rocks. Jesus had been patiently waiting for me to grab ahold of His help so I would understand why He came; to set us ALL free, those who would believe, so that we may have life and have it to the fullest (John 10:10). It was then that this weapon of depression and force of destruction that was being formed against me lost its power during my final attempt at suicide.
While I was unconscious due to my skull fracture, I witnessed that bright light that some near-death experiences receive as I witnessed my life flashing before my very eyes. I was touched clearly by the hand of God; how else could I survive flying through the air 350 feet after going through steel beams and bars and smashing into the cliff’s rocks, not to mention living through the force of the impact that compressed and wrapped my remains around the twisted metal of what was once my Volkswagen Bug.
So what happened to good ‘ole Scott, that dreamy boy, that some of you have asked? You know, I don’t know. I will never forget the “words” from his get-well card saying, “If you ever want to drop in anywhere, drop in at my house.” He said I looked beautiful at the concert and disappeared right afterwards. Due to our amazing seats, he was unable to get up front with us, but that he was behind me the whole time watching us a dozen rows back.
My parents and I moved to a completely new area shortly after my release from both hospitalizations and I never saw him again. The enemy is good about robbing us of blessings and gifts that were ours to begin with to open, but we let doubt, insecurities, and fears, you name it, rob us of our value and our gifts intended just for that day.
Since Isaiah 54:17 reassures us that no weapon formed against us shall prosper, then it is my duty and responsibility to believe and walk out my faith trusting God at His Word. This will require moving forward in great expectation and obedience so I may receive the deliverance from this weapon called depression however He chooses to orchestrate it.
God is faithful; He brought my deliverance and healing, but it was not without great cost and pain; the death of Jesus Christ. I’d call it nothing short of a miracle. Being healed by Jesus offers us a lifelong journey of hope and joy while giving us glimpses into what heaven will really be like.
When we encounter this Great Love affair on a daily basis breathing, living and applying His Word to our lives, we become redeemed and transformed and our old strongholds and insecurities that genetically shackled us are removed and we become restored and renewed to being these Beautiful Beloveds God designed and created us to be.
It also helps us love others, even those that have brought us harm. I want to live and love like 1 Corinthians 13 tells us; through kindness, humility, patience, and by being one who does not easily anger and holds no record of wrongdoing while seeing the best in others through the lens of the forgiveness that was bestowed upon me during the outpouring of love and redemption.
Having a relationship with the Lord changed my perception on who I was! I finally belonged, to the King of kings and Lord of lords, mind you, and experienced the Love that we all yearn for; the Love I was even going to die for, but Jesus took my place instead and rescued me from myself. This is called our Father’s Love! He’s a good, good Father.
Until next time…