- Are you introspective and hard on yourself?
- Do you hunger for words of encouragement?
- Do you carry guilt?
- Do you think you need to be punished?
- Do you nurture your failures with thoughts of increasing proportion?
- Have you felt your contributions are useless?
- Do you fluctuate between the emotions of great, personal importance to a deep self-pity?
- Are you crying?
- Are you often physically weary?
- Are you wondering if God even cares?
As you look around, you see beautiful people, read successful stories, and listen to the laughter. But all the wonderful things around you only seem to accentuate your lack. Your despair. Your life looks like the vacant field full of overgrown weeds or the discarded pile of lava rocks heaped at the end of a farmer’s field. Your thoughts are dark, rain clouds with no chance of spring showers and a rainbow.
You might feel like you are all alone. But you are not.
Here is a simple poem from a man named William Cowper who tried to take his own life:
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.