anniversaryRemember Your Journey

August means hummingbird migration. It also means it’s time to celebrate. Not the hummingbirds so much as what happened four years ago. In fact, on this fourth anniversary of our horrible, no good, very bad August, I reflect in wonder at the amazing grace of God.

Four years ago, our youngest daughter, Sarah, texted us that she was having horrible thoughts. Thoughts about going for a walk on a lonely country road at night and stepping in front of a car.

Most people probably don't celebrate the anniversary of one of the worst months of their lives. But I do. Here's the reason why. #mentalillness #depression #anxiety #mentalhealthShe didn’t. And I’ll forever be grateful that we had a good relationship so that she knew she could confide in me. Thousands of teenagers and young adults don’t confide in someone, and tragically, they carry out their plans.

Today, I’ll celebrate that anniversary as part of remembering our journey. The journey involved many things that strengthened my faith. Arguments with my husband about how we should respond to Sarah’s non-verbal cries for help (or were they just acts of rebellion?). Despair over Sarah’s behavior. Wrestling with God and wondering where he was in the midst of our pain.

I’ll celebrate the anniversary of prayer warrior friends who lifted us up in prayer at the very worst of times over the next seven months. Without their prayers, our faith would have faltered during our journey towards understanding what was happening to our daughter.

Most importantly, I celebrate the anniversary of knowledge. Things I didn’t know before, but know now. God didn’t give me a spirit of timidity, and he’s empowered me to speak up. Next week I’ll speak at a conference in Chicago about the mental health crisis of our youth.

Prayers Still Needed

I would appreciate all of your prayers. Prayers that the right people show up to the break-out session. Please pray that I speak with humility and conviction, and that the Holy Spirit lead me. Pray that I don’t ugly-cry (not because I’m ashamed of ugly-crying, but because it’s hard to understand me when I blubber).

And please join me in praising God for his provision. Even in our darkest hours (and there were many of them), I felt the Holy Spirit’s embrace of comfort.

Please pray for those people in your sphere of influence that you know or suspect might suffer from a mental illness. Pray that they will find the right help at the right time (sooner, rather than later!). Pray for the Holy Spirit to comfort them in their distress and to reveal the God of green hope to them in their hour of need.

Together, through prayers, petition, medication, and counseling, we can help those in need find the answers to THEIR questions. One in four adults suffers from a mental illness. And believe it or not, one in FIVE children between the ages of 8-18 suffer as well.

The only way to stop the epidemic is to talk about it, remove the stigma, tell our stories, and encourage each other without ceasing.

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And then more of us will have a meaningful anniversary of positive change to celebrate.