It’s too much. Suddenly we feel crazy, having been unaware of how high the anxiety was mounting. Neither a resounding scream nor a prolonged cry resolves anything anymore. I watched a movie about a girl who bore the brunt of her mother’s anxieties. From 10 years old, this girl with a sweet little freckled face endured criticisms that slowly crushed her. Because the mom regretted her own childhood obesity, she criticized her daughter’s slight chubbiness and continued to hound her through high school and college. Along the way, the daughter became anorexic, eventually committing suicide. In real life, I think of one friend who has dealt with an eating disorder. I think of friends who struggle with depression that has led them to attempt suicide. God has connected me with these friends as blessings, as I have studied the Bible with each one. At times they’ve wanted to crawl off the planet. Yet in the midst of their pain, they have come to know Jesus, who lifts and replenishes them over and over. There is hope in the name of Jesus Christ, who knows the depth of our every hurt. When we feel swallowed by the world, we can call out to Him for help.
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