I suffered through post partum depression with our first. It is something I don't talk much about, but I did manage to "hide" it from everyone because I knew if someone found out what my day/night was like with this little baby, they would have taken him and committed me. It was a year of pure torture beyond human reason, every second of every day. God, and God alone, kept my son safe, kept myself safe, and somehow cleared away the crushing weight. So I know about hiding behind laughter. I thank God that HE knew about my hiding behind the laughter, too, and HE didn't leave me when I was powerless to do anything else! At the right time, He will take the burden; until then we cling to whatever He gives us to cling to. And when we lose our grip on reality, we find He was the One holding on the whole time anyway. He really does mean it when He said, "Never will I leave you nor forsake you."
Anne Wrote: "You're in our prayers." Thanks. Mist must think I'm a nut because I post a lot, joke around a lot, etc, and then in between, I say I would love to disappear into a forest...ha-ha. No, not a nut, I just hide it pretty well for the most part. Anyway, I hadn't even thought of the example of Jonah. Thanks for the comments, Anne.
Good morning Christopher! I couldn't help but think of Jonah! It's the deepest, darkest moments when God often shines His light on us because at that moment He CAN illume us fully, without shadow, and all to His glory. I cannot imagine this cooks thoughts at being trapped, but I do pray that should you be feeling the same hopelessness, even though you aren't trapped under the weight of water, that you will continue, as he and Jonah did, to surrender yourself and thought moment by moment to Him who is our redeemer and protector, against ALL odds. You're in our prayers.
Protect me, God, for I take refuge in You. I said to Yahweh, "You are my Lord; I have nothing good besides You.â€ť (Psalms 16:1-2)
This guy also had a much cleaner exit than Jonah...!
I'm trying to imagine the sense of horror, being alone, 10 stories down trapped alone at the bottom of the Atlantic in the murky blackness. Corpses floating around you, and the dread of "knowing" your going to die painfully; suffocating once the air pocket has been exhausted. Probably having no hope whatsoever that being rescued is even an option.