Things have abruptly changed.
Week 1. It's not about me. It's about Him.
I almost got depressed.
Depression almost got me again but God was there, has always been there, to pick me up.
He provides angels in the form of loving family and friends. Angels who understood and gave respect, despite the silence and cold treatment. Angels who did not cease to intercede, for me to be freed up from the imprisonment of my dreadful thoughts and emotions. Angels who became the instruments for me to feel His great love and mercy in spite of my imperfections.
Depression can possibly get me again, regardless of where I am and who I am with. Depression can possibly imprison me again, if I intensely entertain my emotions and let myself enslaved.
Depression can possibly win, if God does not love me.
But God loves me so much. And I am certain that when depression tries to haunt me again, I am still gonna win. I will come out victorious. God's love and mercy will make me win.
Week 2. It's not from me. It's from Him.
I received the mission's go signal.
At first I was hesitant and I thought that I need time. But God pushed me and I realized the mission's urgency. I was in panic as I was not ready.
But God sustains.
He gave me the graces that I need to fulfill His will and to carry on with His plans. It was like I was performing the mission but I was not the one who was actually doing it. God was all doing it.
But I was crushed during the process. It was painful to see that even if the mission has been carried on, not everyone was convinced to sail with me. Not everyone understands that it's gonna be okay. Not everyone wants to stay.
But God let me understand instead. He showed me that He has the best plans for everyone. He let me realize that He loves each and every soul. Even if it hurts, it has to happen. But there's nothing to worry because He can make even the deepest hurts into something great.
"Do your best and God will do the rest." He did not want me to worry. He told me to do what I have to do. And He continues to surprise me with His plans, letting me realize His great power and love.
Week 3. It's not for me. It's for Him.
I could not contain the overflowing gifts.
I don't know how to explain it. I don't think words are enough to describe everything.
But it all started with the thought from the Holy Spirit:
I can offer my sufferings and triumphs to God, as a form of worship, for the fulfillment of His purpose. My whole life is for the Lord.
From then on, I start to experience genuine joy. If I suffer, my struggles can be an offering to God, as I give my trust to Jesus who carries my cross with me, to fulfill God's purpose. If I triumph, all glory and praise will be lifted up to God as I rejoice with humility, for every victory is achieved by God's grace through the gifts of the Holy Spirit who lives within me, all for the fulfillment of His purpose.
In 3 weeks, things have amazingly changed.
And, still in progress...
It's not about me. It's about Him.
It's not from me. It's from Him.
It's not for me. It's for Him.
#ForTheLord
To God be the glory.
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