A couple of weeks ago, I reached a point of desperation. My spirit was drained to a point of emptiness. My cup was not overflowing. It actually had nothing left inside of it that I could see. The jar of clay that is my heart was not only dry, but also cracking, dusty, and useless. Because of these feelings, an avalanche of frustrations occurred. I was speaking to my friends with an incline towards hatefulness, and by speaking with an absence of love in my words, I, in turn, felt most unloved.
Not only that, but I felt myself on the edge of slipping into a uncomfortably familiar state of being. It was as if I was standing at the top of a downward slope, and once the first step was taken, gravity’s momentum would push me further into the black abyss that is depression. Once I went down, I knew I was not coming back up on my own. Yet I still sought to reason myself out of these feeling and speak truthful things to myself. However, that was only enough to keep me from stepping; it didn’t keep me from slipping.
Someone was going to have to hold my arm and stand firm while I couldn’t. Someone was going to have to be strong where I was weak. In the moment where my heart felt hopeless and I saw no one around who could help, the Lord provided a friend to step in and speak these words of life over me:
“Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For through Christ Jesus, the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death.” -Romans 8:1
I have read Romans 8 more times than I have read any other passage of the Bible. This is a portion of Scripture that has been hidden away in my heart and mind for years. Yet when my friend proclaimed this passage over me, along with other truthful and loving things, my dry and cracked heart began to taste the slow and steady drip of healing. Much like a trickle of water in the Smoky Mountains, this small and crisp sip of refreshment began to rush downward into my weary heart and became a roaring river of forgiveness alleviating my sin.
The action of a friend speaking the Word of Life gave way for the Spirit to break through to me. The Lord was, as He always is, completely divine in this intercession. My muffled and whimpering cry for help was heard by my loving Father, and He perfectly cared for my fragile heart. He provided by sending a member of His church to build me up and strengthen me. Yet this was only the beginning, for His great love overwhelmed me further still. How great is His tender care!
“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God” -Romans 8:26-27
It is an incredible gift to be reminded of God’s salvation so deeply and thoroughly. Thank God our hope is eternal, and we need not fear depression, because the battle has already been won in Christ Jesus. Praise Him who knows what we need better than we do, and provides salvation through His mysterious and wonderful means.