Mental Therapy Session With Myself

Are you tired? Did the year 2023 end and you were expecting more? Do you feel as if you failed? Like everything should have gone differently? That life should be happier with the new year? That you should just be exploding with joy. With excitement for just being alive. All full of praise to God for everything. But for some reason your soul and body just feel empty, yet not void. You don’t know why. You don’t know how. And you can’t fix it. Some moments you feel back to normal, yet somehow it flees within only a few hours. What’s wrong, you ask yourself? Your heart is aching. You continue to read the Word and the Bible, you continue to pray sincerely, and you continue to do all you are supposed to. But something’s amiss. Something’s wrong, yet your life couldn’t be better. You began to wonder if your being attacked by the spiritual forces Paul speaks of. Your mind is restless. Your dreams never less than a nightmare. Your body openly speaks to you telling you to rest. Yet, it does no good. So finally you ignore it.

There. Take a breather. Relax.

It’s okay. This isn’t the end of your life. You still live, so rejoice in that. At the moment you have everything you could ever need. Relax your mind. Put the past in the past and the future in the future.

Yet, none of your mental putting-away’s will do you any good without the help of the Lord, who is your shield and refuge. The One who saved you. The One who bought you. You step a little lighter now. A smile shines upon your face. You are not a slave. Jesus Christ has given you life. Abundant life in Him. Let go of everything and give it to Him who is the heir of all things. The one who holds the world with a word of His power. He is the radiance of the glory of God. He has brought salvation to the world. He has given us life. Peace. Joy. Love. Happiness. Patience. Oh, how we need such patience to endure until the 1,335 day. To see Christ face before us. To hear His kind words. To be His. Oh, let Him have His way in my life.

God is the only way to get to God. He is the only one who give us rest. His burden is light and His yoke is easy. Come to Him. Run to Him. He loves you.

I suddenly close my eyes. Why have I let you see into them? A stranger. Someone I don’t know. Yet, what if it is someone I do know. Will they look at me in a new way? Why have I shared? I question. Self-condemnation swamps me. Why did I reveal myself? I am not perfect, yet no one wants to see my imperfections. Hide them. Yet, now you have spilled your heart out to the world. I groan. But then I remind myself that it doesn’t matter how the world or other people see me. As long as I am following the LORD God, I need not know any fear of what people think of me. I am loved by God. And that is everything. He is my hope. My life. My everything. He stands strong when my world is quaking. God is wonderful. Jesus, I love You. Please carry me through this storm and the rest of my days upon this earth. All glory to You!

[And it continues on yet still, so I am leaving to go pray and spend time with my Maker.]