From Despair to Hope
I just wrote this in my journal and thought maybe someone here might need to see it, you’re not alone…
I’ve thought more than once lately that I should be dead. Or at least broken beyond repair, drunk, addicted, committed to a psychiatric ward. The fact that I’m not is my testimony. The things I’ve been through break people. ‘I am a living breathing walking testimony.’ In my lowest moments I would fantasize about being put into a medically induced coma. I wasn’t strong enough. I was lonely. I forgot my Hope. I didn’t doubt God could but doubted 100% at times that I could. Just like Peter after he stepped out of the boat. But like Peter, Jesus reached down and saved me. What can I do but praise; forever and ever tell of the great things He has done for me, His child, the one He calls friend.