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Where is God in Mental Illness: The suicidal Christian on the Psych ward. PART 2

Helpful Bible Verses (originally written July 2017) 2 Kings 20:5 I have heard your prayer and seen your tears. I will heal you. Romans 10:9 You are never too lost to be saved. Isaiah 43:2 When you go through deep waters I will be there for you. Exodus 14:13-14 The Lord will fight for you. You need only be still. Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure the night but joy comes in the morning. 1Corinthians 10:13 God has a purpose for your pain. A reason for your struggle and a gift for your faithfulness. Romans 5:8 I loved you at your darkest. 2 Samuel 22 He reached down from heaven and rescued me. He drew me out of deep waters. Psalm 34:18 God is near to those who are broken at heart. Those who are crushed in spirit he saves. 1 Peter 5:10 After you have suffered a little while Christ himself will restore you, make you strong, firm and steadfast. These calm my spirit. Remind me I am not the only one to suffer. Other times coming into God's presence through His word left me feeling more broken and inadequate than before. I would question why I couldn't leave my anxiety at the foot of the cross. I made the interpretation I just wasn't doing things right. I wasn't giving God my all, I didn't pray enough. So I prayed more, I gave more. I tried to ensure nothing came higher than God. I gave up my job, my quiet times increased. Serving God became my whole purpose, in my marriage, in my free time and in raising my children. My health I entrusted to him, that God would heal me due to my faithfulness. (diary except from July 2017)
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