Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Daily 5 - Year 3, Day 77

Today's Daily 5:

  1. Celebrating six years of healing
  2. Lots of blog comment dialog over the last couple days
  3. wearing my new coat
  4. a bus driver who keeps the heat running
  5. emails and congratulatory texts from friends joining in my celebration from afar
  6. a big mug of tea
  7. a cozy scarf
  8. being alone in the office for nearly half of the day at work
  9. reading over lunch
  10. encouraging friends
  11. a bowl of my favorite soup at supper
  12. a quiet evening alone, thinking, resting and reflecting
  13. laughter
  14. A glass of ice wine
  15. chocolate

An Ending and a Beginning (6 Years of Healing)

I've spent the last month thinking about what I would write in this space today.

Today I'm celebrating six years of healing.

Six years ago today, November 1st was also a Tuesday, and I had one of the most unusual, and ultimately powerful experiences of my life.  It was a day that changed my faith and in many ways the course of my journey with Jesus.

I've written about it in past years, so I'll just briefly tell the story before moving on to the things my heart has been reflecting on in the months leading up to this anniversary.

For between seven and ten years I had been suffering from severe depression that had slowly and persistently encompassed everything in my life.  My childhood faith was in tatters - the first time I'd talked to God in months had been the previous night, when something broke inside me after a challenging evening with friends, and I'd driven home alone in the dark car and yelled at God, pouring out anger and pain.  I was suffering from severe and intense nightmares, and terrible insomnia.  I was 22 years old, and it had been at least five years since I'd last slept through a night without my rest being interrupted by either wakefulness or many nightmares.  Good Christian and pastor's kid guilt along with a healthy dose of fear kept me alive in those days - too afraid to take my own life, and too aware of what my release from pain would cost those around me.  I went to bed each night begging God to simply let me die in my sleep.  There simply wasn't a reason to get out of bed in the morning.

It was in that space that I crawled out of bed and went to university on November 1, 2005.  I began seeing and hearing unusual images in my head, and was left unsettled.  Since I'd become involved in a church that believed in the active presence of the Holy Spirit, I was aware that these seemed to be spiritual experiences, but they fell firmly in my category of "weird."  I went to the house group I attended that night, and let the friend who was my resource for all things spiritually "weird" know that I'd had an odd day, and needed to talk.  We had our meeting and went upstairs to drink iced tea and eat cookies.  It was part of the routine.  My friend was on his way out the door, standing at the bottom of landing, when he remembered I wanted to talk.  I put him off, telling him it could wait, that he should "call me tomorrow."  He insisted.

I sat on the stairs and he stood on the landing and I began to fill him in.  His reaction was strong, and he asked me to take a walk with him so we could keep talk.  I protested.  It was blizzarding outside, had snowed several inches since we'd arrived earlier in the evening.  He insisted again.  We walked for a long time, talking and praying, and then, when we were too cold and wet to keep walking, sat in his car and kept talking and praying.  I think we ended up talking for close to three hours, late into the night.

He had been patiently waiting and watching for a couple years.  I can't count the number of times he had invited me to come before Jesus with this immense thing that was plaguing me, and I had shut him down.  For whatever reason, that night, after my odd day, I was able to let down my guard, and He led me into the presence of Jesus in new and deep ways.  We never prayed for healing or deliverance that night, at least not in those words, but I walked away healed and set free.  That all encompassing hopelessness and despair has never returned.  That night I slept for six straight hours without waking or having a nightmare.

I think about that day often, and more so this year, when my One Little Word has been "heal".  Jesus met me that night, and healed some broken pieces of my heart.  Some things haven't changed - I still struggle with my mood at times (in fact, this year I've begun taking medication to help with that which has made a significant difference, and I've been seeing a therapist to continue to further that process of healing).  Sleep still isn't my special gift in life, though the overwhelming nightmares remain thankfully rare.  (God, with his crazy sense of humor has replaced the nightmares with sometimes equally vivid, though thankfully far less terrifying, spiritual dreams.)

I guess what my heart reflects on this year is that that moment six years ago was an ending, but it was also a beginning.

It was the ending of an all encompassing darkness that was tangible, spiritual, and had held me, hopeless, in its clutches since I was an early teen.  I believe with all my heart that I will never again face that (though, as more and more time passes, I'm thankful for the lessons I learned in the midst of it.)  That ending is a precious gift, and is one that I celebrate each year on this day, and that I will continue to celebrate.

But it was also the beginning.  It was the beginning of a crazy roller coaster journey of knowing God's Spirit alive and working in me.  It was the beginning of a journey that took me overseas, and brought me home again.  Of a journey marked by both gains and painful losses.  It was the beginning of an incredible process of healing and being made whole - a process that someone recently reminded me is rather like an onion, with layers.  (How did we ever explained layered things before Shrek made that analogy so common?)  This year, in my year of heal, that process has been exaggerated, unexpected, and still beautiful.

I'm here to say simply that I'm thankful - that I'm thankful for the friend who invited me to come before Jesus and be freed by His presence.  And I'm so thankful for the ongoing journey with the Jesus whom I met in new ways that night - for the ongoing work of his redemption and resurrection in my life - that He is making me new.

(I want to invite you to ask questions - this post is long and if I said everything that I would have loved to have shared about that night, or these last six years, I'd never stop writing.  So, email me at the address in my profile, or leave a comment and I'd love to dialogue either privately or in these posts about whatever you're wondering about.)

I want to close with what is probably the passage of Scripture most precious to my heart, because it cries out what I have experienced - a Lord who hears and heals and rescues and sets free.  My Bible sits on a table in my bedroom, available for easy access, and is nearly always open to this passage.

Psalm 116

I love the Lord because he hears my voice
and my prayer for mercy.
Because he bends down to listen,
I will pray as long as I have breath!
Death wrapped its ropes around me;
the terrors of the grave overtook me.
I saw only trouble and sorrow.
Then I called on the name of the Lord:
“Please, Lord, save me!”
How kind the Lord is! How good he is!
So merciful, this God of ours!
The Lord protects those of childlike faith;
I was facing death, and he saved me.
Let my soul be at rest again,
for the Lord has been good to me.
He has saved me from death,
my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling.
And so I walk in the Lord’s presence
as I live here on earth!
I believed in you, so I said,
“I am deeply troubled, Lord.”
In my anxiety I cried out to you,
“These people are all liars!”
What can I offer the Lord
for all he has done for me?
I will lift up the cup of salvation
and praise the Lord’s name for saving me.
I will keep my promises to the Lord
in the presence of all his people.