The gospel saved me. "That's elementary," you might be thinking. Yes, the gospel, the truths of Jesus's life, death, and resurrection, appropriated by faith, have saved me for all eternity. But that's not the salvation about which I am thinking.
The gospel saved me from my pit of despair.
I have battled depression on and off since adolescence. It began the year my grandmother died, I switched schools, and close friendships were lost. There was a brief respite during college and graduate school. Then after the birth of each of my two children, the despair sucked me into a darkness I had never known before. It terrified me. The thoughts and feelings that consumed me were paralyzing. I had fallen into a deep pit and couldn't find a way out.
What Jesus Has Done
As a trained counselor, I tried all the things I knew to do to manage it. Though they brought me some temporary help, it wasn't enough to give me the hope I longed for and needed most. So one day, I met with my pastor to seek his help.
I recounted for him everything I had done to climb out of the pit. They were all good things, helpful things. He heard me list the coping skills I had used, my strategies to change my life's circumstances, and all the external solutions I had tried. "But I haven't heard you tell me how you are trusting in what Christ already did for you," he responded.
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