About This Blog

My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

God Never Gives Up


My Mom wrote this to me:

"I admire your desire and persistence to be healthy - both in mind and in body.  I share that with you but we must both follow the healing path God has put us on individually.

I read Psalm 143 this morning and found it spoke to how I feel and behave.

This is indeed a battle that only the Lord can win when we are willing to give Him our whole messy life."


After reading the Psalm myself, I found it resonated with my broken relationship with food, my feelings about being in Satan's snare, God's provision and protection thus far and the unrelenting nagging inside my mind and body to put this issue to rest.

Here's Psalm 143 from the New Living Translation:
Hear my prayer, O Lord;
    listen to my plea!
    Answer me because you are faithful and righteous.
Don’t put your servant on trial,
    for no one is innocent before you.
My enemy has chased me.
    He has knocked me to the ground
    and forces me to live in darkness like those in the grave.
I am losing all hope;
    I am paralyzed with fear.
I remember the days of old.
    I ponder all your great works
    and think about what you have done.
I lift my hands to you in prayer.
    I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain. 
Come quickly, Lord, and answer me,
    for my depression deepens.
Don’t turn away from me,
    or I will die.
Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning,
    for I am trusting you.
Show me where to walk,
    for I give myself to you.
Rescue me from my enemies, Lord;
    I run to you to hide me.
10 Teach me to do your will,
    for you are my God.
May your gracious Spirit lead me forward
    on a firm footing.
11 For the glory of your name, O Lord, preserve my life.
    Because of your faithfulness, bring me out of this distress.
12 In your unfailing love, silence all my enemies
    and destroy all my foes,
    for I am your servant.

This Psalm says a lot of what I think and wish to express to God.  It also says stuff I need to remind myself of.  

I'm glad my Mom sent it to me.  It's no mistake it was sent to me at this time in my recovery.  It's no coincidence.

God is planting another seed.