He gave grace: Depression is ugly and so was I. He met my anger with gentleness. My withdrawal and distance with patience. My tears and negativity with comfort and hour after hour of listening ears. As I wallowed in misery and self-focus, he chose to stay close. Giving faithful love when I was the least [lovable] (and he was tired and discouraged himself), showed tenacious compassion and grace. It revealed God’s heart of forgiveness and mercy like I’d never known before.
He took charge: On that night of anxiety, Rob knew we’d reached our limit. The cost of depression to our family was too high. The risk of permanent damage to myself, our marriage, and our precious kids’ hearts was real. I was too weak to reach out for help, so he took authority and insisted on change. Within days I was in the hands of an excellent therapist who put me on a path to wellness. Rob provided whatever time and support was needed to make sure I was OK.
That season of deep depression called Rob to keep his vows in ways we never imagined on our wedding day. He proved his love in sickness and in health. He stayed faithful and kind when we were “poor” in spirit instead of “rich” in happiness. He kept his promise to provide and protect me in life, even from myself. Best of all, his care helped me to experience God’s love in practical, tangible ways.
Lord,
Thank you for holding me together when I was falling apart. Through the gift of my husband, you proved your love is real and deep. Show your power and faithfulness to other couples who suffer depression today. In Jesus’ name, Amen.