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Last weekend, I went on a women’s retreat with some ladies from my church. It was a last-minute decision; I had been hesitant because we’re still moving things from our house. But a few days before, I decided I couldn’t NOT go. I needed some female fellowship. I can’t complain about not having friends if I don’t try to make some.
One the last sessions I went to, a dear woman shared about Paul’s thorn in the flesh — and what she believed her own thorn to be. Word by word, she picked apart Paul’s writings and examined the passage.
I shared that I feel my thorn is depression. It is a constant plague to me, for the most part, and some days it takes over my brain, seemingly acting from its own will. It sure feels thorny.
Seeing it as a thorn, though, allowed by God gives me a new perspective. Because of depression, some days I have to believe things I know to be true even when I don’t feel them. I have to decide each day that the joy of the Lord IS my strength. It doesn’t matter how I feel that particular day. I choose joy.
Inspired and linked to Five-Minute Friday at The Gypsy Mama.