Before I met Jesus, I’d crashed into the inky blackness of depression and suicidal ideation.
I’d been mocked much of my life because of my appearance. As a young adult, I’d had a miscarriage and ended an abusive relationship. I’d so filled my schedule with two jobs and college classes that I’d often go for days without sleep. I’d determined that the only thing I could control about my appearance was my weight and developed disordered eating. I’d gotten so thin that my doctor threatened IV nutrition if I didn’t gain weight. I’d become weary of my life and developed a plan to exit this world.
And then I met Jesus. He turned my darkness into light.
He keeps my lamp burning. He uses that which was nearly my undoing to compel me to help others see the light.
“You, Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.” Psalm 18:28 NIV
I am humbled that He uses the the marred to showcase beauty.
(this post originally published on faithplanned.com, which I am archiving for the time being)
