“I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I hope.” Psalm 130:5
Have you ever needed a big God? I do now more than ever. I don’t have time for a limited, impotent God who doesn’t have the power to move mountains and save. The God I need has to be so infinitely powerful that the psyche drug damage I am suffering from is insignificant to His power. I need to know that the God who created all that there is, can meet me in my desperate need- both for healing and endurance until I am recovered. Every day I battle as though I have never before. Every day He sustains me. Every day He gives me the ability to fight again. Every day that I endure, is a day He has brought victory in my life…especially in the acute stage of my injury which I am now in the throws of.
The list of things I have lost and the symptoms I have gained is quite extensive. It serves no purpose to go into detail at this time other than to say that harm was done to my central nervous system and both the serotonin and dopamine receptors of my brain. 6 tiny pills caused a devastating effect on my system. I had no idea what I was taking and when I asked my doctor before taking them, he informed me that the biggest side effect was temporary heightened anxiety.
There is mounting evidence on the dangers of psych drugs. Had I had known I never would’ve placed one pill in my mouth. I didn’t even know that was what I was taking. I trusted my doctor. Now I am one of the many people suffering from damage caused by psyche meds. I am thankful that there is recovery for people like me. But until the moment my body has healed, I must endure the painful recovery process. So I need a God who is bigger than my everyday suffering. One who has the power to raise from the dead. There is only one God with resurrection power, only one true God under heaven- Yahweh.
“I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I hope.” The resurrection power of Jesus, the power that raised Lazarus, the power that breathed life into Adam, the power that spoke things into being…that is the power of the God I hope in. To Him, my injury is nothing difficult, but to me, it is life-changing…even if it’s temporary. I hope in the Alpha and the Omega to restore me. I seek Him to give me the endurance until He has. Jesus breathed life into these dry bones 17 years ago and granted a filthy sinner, eternal forgiveness…that was a far greater miracle than my brain injury. Before Jesus, my eternal destiny was hell. Now, in spite of the confusion that has come with my injury, I am forever forgiven. His life was given for mine…was given for yours. He alone is our hope. If I leave this earth before my recovery is complete, I know my final healing will be granted as I see Him face to face. This is the hope of the Gospel.
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