All to the Glory of God–that is why I blog and share my story so openly. I want others to know it is possible to live and parent well with mental illness. This, by necessity, causes my posts to be brutally honest, and that is not always pretty.
I have always endeavored to live by the verse 2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
My husband and I met over 14 years ago at our church. We were both part of the singles ministry there. I just visited at first, but as time went on I came to more and more of the activities. At the time, the singles group took up two rows of seats (actually pews) in the service time. For some reason, the group chose to sit way up front. Like 3 rows from the pulpit. It seemed a little close to me, but so be it…I sat up there too. No biggie.
Hubby and I got married, moved to a different Sunday School class, started having kids, and along came Postpartum Depression and Anxiety, along with debilitating Social Anxiety. Attending church became very, very difficult for me. Sitting up front was out of the question. I sat as far back as possible most of the time–if not in the foyer.
And hubby noticed.
He realized he could gauge how well I was doing in my head by where I sat in church. When things were rough I either sat in the foyer or way in the back of the sanctuary. On the rare good days, I would head much further up in the seating area. I didn’t notice, but he sure did…and when he mentioned it to me, I started paying attention and he was right.
This weekend was pretty good for me. Busy, but I handled most of it. Saturday had some rough spots, where I have to admit I was afraid I was going to lose it, but I didn’t and by Sunday I was okay.
Sunday morning I walked into that church and marched up to the front. Hubby said, “look at you going right to the front!”
“Of course I am, my babies are singing and I need pictures!”
It’s Christmas time–time for Christmas programs and yesterday was ours. The girls sang in both services and had a Christmas party in between. And this year I was strong enough to be right up front–so close during the first service that Caitlyn could see us and tried to smile for the pictures.
All along, my fight to be well has been for my family–specifically my girls. The last six years hasn’t been easy on any of us but yesterday was a victory for all of us…the day mama marched into the church to take pictures.
