One of my greatest fears is that my mental and emotional health will continue to worsen. One of the tips I was given for improving in these areas was journaling. It’s a way of releasing negative thoughts and feelings as well as exercising and stimulating brain performance and function. It’s also a way of reaching out for support and care from others so I won’t feel so alone. Additionally, I thought it might even help other people. Who knows? Maybe someone reading about my struggles in life might even say something like, “If Amanda can make it, I can make it.” Someone actually did say those words to me.
I don’t know what will happen to me. I don’t know what’s coming next. What I do know is that Jesus is the Son of God and He died for my sins and was buried and was raised on the third day. I’ve asked Him to forgive me, and I believe God has forgiven me and has accepted me. I’ve submitted to water baptism. I did these things long ago. I believe the bible is the Word of God. I believe heaven is real, and Jesus will return one day.
I’m a believer.
I think the only thing I’ve ever wanted is just to be cared about and to be guided by truth.
I can only take one step at a time but it feels like I move forward two steps and then go back three.
Life is only meaningful when it’s shared.
I share with God and I try to share with others.
For any heart that is struggling with confusion or any kind of distress, it’s OK to lament. Laments tend to turn into praises and thankfulness. No matter what happens, God's ways are holy.
But God sees the pain of His children. His ears are open to their cries. I'm one of His children and I know He hears me.
Jesus said, "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." We were never meant to keep our grief and pain to ourselves but to share it openly, for it is only through expressing it that we can be comforted by others, and, in prayer, we express it to God.
There are many laments found in Scripture and there is even a book called Lamentations there.
There is a lament found in Psalm 77:
For the director of music. For Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm.
1 I cried out to God for help;
I cried out to God to hear me.
2 When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands,
and I would not be comforted.
3 I remembered you, God, and I groaned;
I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.[b]
4 You kept my eyes from closing;
I was too troubled to speak.
5 I thought about the former days,
the years of long ago;
6 I remembered my songs in the night.
My heart meditated and my spirit asked:
7 “Will the Lord reject forever?
Will he never show his favor again?
8 Has his unfailing love vanished forever?
Has his promise failed for all time?
9 Has God forgotten to be merciful?
Has he in anger withheld his compassion?”
10 Then I thought, “To this I will appeal:
the years when the Most High stretched out his right hand.
11 I will remember the deeds of the Lord;
yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
12 I will consider all your works
and meditate on all your mighty deeds.”
13 Your ways, God, are holy.
What god is as great as our God?
14 You are the God who performs miracles;
you display your power among the peoples.
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