My faith is not shallow because I’ve been rescued from the deep. This is always the first thing I think of when I hear the word deep. Years ago, I had a battle with the mirror. I was losing.
• I lost too much weight.
• I lost my menstrual cycle.
• I lost my serenity.
Then someone admitted to me they were in a battle with eating disorders. That’s when I realized there was a name for what I was going through.
It was a relief to find out I wasn’t alone in my craziness. It was an answer to prayer to hear my friend’s confession. I went to see a specialist and was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa and bulimia.
God diagnosed me as someone who needed to ask my church to pray for me. He healed me by drawing me closer to Him through prayer, Bible reading, and journal writing.
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear;
but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
2 Timothy 1:7 KJV
Real friends aren’t afraid to share the deep with you. Sometimes someone is helped—even saved—because a person dared to speak daring words. This is what motivates me to share about the deep places I’ve been through. Maybe someone else will be encouraged to seek help for their situation.
I’m nosy-to-know if you have a battle story someone needs to hear.
He reached from on high and took hold of me;
He drew me out of deep waters.
Psalm 18:16 NIV
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In my darkest valley
I stumbled and fell to earth
And cried out for healing
When I was at my worst
In my darkest valley
The Lord shone His Light
So I wouldn’t perish
When hope was far from sight
In my darkest valley
Morning finally dawned
And I was rescued
By arms loving and strong.
~ wlm
I’ve written this post in response to the Five-Minute Friday prompt. You can join here: Deep
You can hear more about my story on this podcast link here: Rescued from the Deep
Rescued from the deep blessings ~ Wendy Mac
