Dear Grieving Mom,
I am grieving. I have moderate depression. I have moderate anxiety.
But these things don't define me. They don't enslave me. Admitting and being honest about these things frees me to take them to God and apply the Gospel. You can't get grace for something you don't think you have. I struggle with these things every day. I'm in counseling for them and learning coping mechanisms and processing through them. I am bringing my struggles to the throne of Jesus and He's taking my ashes and giving me his beauty, his strength, his healing, his mercy, his grace. Naming my suffering doesn't define me, it frees me.
“Naming our suffering does not mean becoming defined by it. Rather, it means honestly acknowledging our need in the presence of Jesus. Our humility frees us to receive his grace. It’s his beauty for our ashes - the great exchange, God’s answer to our pain.”