Don’t Count Them Out!

The wonder of God always amazes me. This morning I boiled eggs for my breakfast and lunch. I packed it away in my little plastic bag (my way of recycling … LOL) and put it in my tote. My tote sat in the passenger’s seat, unmolested in any way, as I drove to work.

In my office, I began to take from my tote the things I needed for my day including my food and snacks. As I separated the food items for what needed to be refrigerated and what could go in my cabinets, I saw that 2 of my eggs were cracked. One looked like a puzzle of a shell and the other looked like car glass when it’s hit by a rock with an impact point and little cracks spreading out from it.

I felt bad for my eggs.

However, as badly as their shells were damaged, they would still serve their purpose. They would provide my nourishment for the morning and give strength to my bones. They would satisfy my desire for healthy food.

Sometimes, we forget that people are like these cracked eggs. On the outside they appear broken, cracked, and unusable, but God, never wastes the hardships in life. Instead, he takes what he has put on the inside of the person, and uses that person to feed and nourish others who have been broken, cracked, and rendered unusable by society (and sometimes, the church).

When I listen to people who struggle with mental issues (suicide thoughts, bipolar, anxiety, depression) openly relay the glory of God, and how God gives them exactly what they need to push through these too often unspoken struggles, I KNOW THERE IS A GOD! We are far too silent in the church about mental illness, in my opinion, which may explain why they aren’t flocking to join with us. Just my opinion.

Too many Christians look down their noses at people and say, “they’ll never amount to anything or they crazy; I’m not messing with them.” But I praise God every day when I see and hear and talk to these very same people whom God uses in mighty ways to reach others who are without the hope believing Christians have. They are transparent about their struggles with mental issues and they openly shed light on the fact that God is a very present help. They speak openly and boldly on how God is right there with them, helping them body slam the lies the liar whispers to them. How God is there helping slay the dragons that nip and breathe fire upon their thoughts and minds in those dark hours. And how God wants to help them, too, if they will only let him into their lives.

Don’t count them out! That family member, loved one, or enemy whose shell is broken, cracked, and appears unusable. The power of God MOVES MOUNTAINS and PARTS SEAS; it causes the SON to shine, and the HOLY SPIRIT to apply healing ointment to comfort as He guides them back into the light of day. And this I know to be true because “it is written” for my ensample and example!

Don’t count them out! Instead, pray for them, listen to them, counsel with them, and both pray for them and with them. Don’t miss your divine appointment to meet someone right where they are at in their life – right where you are in yours. Try educating or learning a little something about mental health.

Don’t count them out! – God didn’t count you out, now, did he?

“Behold, we count them happy which endure. Ye have heard of the patience of Job, and have seen the end of the Lord; that the Lord is very pitiful, and of tender mercy.”

James 5:11

Fighting the Winning Battle

the battle is real, but so is victory

Going into the Army after graduating from Wyandotte High School (KCK) was one of the best decisions in my life. Much of what I learned was not only applicable to military standards but living in general. The physical training not only strengthened the body but taught endurance. The weapons training focused on setting your sight on a target and aiming with precision to hit your mark. The buddy system trained me to work with a partner to cover each other.

But the training that sticks most with me today is observing and identifying an enemy. Learning this skill has saved my life many times. It’s kept me from being pulled into the rabbit hole of depression. It has taught me not to put all of my trust in people; to, in fact, only share portions of the inner me until a person proves themselves to be trustworthy of the depths of me.

Even more so, it has equipped me to stay alert to the wiles of the devil. To recognize subtle signs of potential traps that he is setting up for me. It is one of the reasons I stopped watching television (news, programs, etc.). For a person like me, keeping my inner man free of bleak or wicked images and ideas helps me avoid being overwhelmed with sorrows. It reminds me that life is a journey, and to practice the following daily:

Never underestimate the schemes of your enemy nor be emotionally hijacked into forgetting the power of the Savior.

Wanda J. Murry

I wrote the below poem in my 30s when it finally dawned on me that I didn’t have to fight my battles alone. I had to train my mind to function from a place of victory instead of defeat, and you can trains yours too.

I hope you enjoy the poem!

I had to stop lying to me

Because it affected what my eyes see

It hindered my forward progress

Keeping me bound in mental regress

All the pain, the fear and doubt stayed

My maturity level was being delayed

And, the hope and love that had started

Was constantly being pushed and retarded

Burdens were adding unnecessary weight

To an already unsteady and unhealthy gait

The mind was in continual commotion

Soiling that part cleaned in daily devotion

God’s Spirit has been a part of my life

Since I married Christ and became his wife

Yet, my old lovers kept pulling me back

Forever pouncing with the newest attack

I grew tired and weary from being battled

At times succumbing, my faith being rattled

Yet, I hate losing the war that’s already won

When at my disposal is the power of the Son

So like a good soldier, I make my retreat to regroup

I check my armor, seal the cracks, and mentally recoup

Then I get up again, and go forth in God’s Spirit to slay

The enemy and his helpers who work to hinder and delay

I will recapture the things which were mine to keep

I will lay claim to victory, again awakened from my sleep

I will reclaim the reward and treasure of the Spirit’s gift

I will cause the balance of the power within to shift

When God gave Christ, His only begotten Son

The spiritual war that rages, is already being won

So fearlessly I raise my sword, the Word from above

And, I go on fighting, empowered by God’s love