For some, Psalm 89 is just like any other psalm of lament, but for me it is something special. I seem to experience God in the two distinct ways presented here. At times I know God’s promises by heart and cling to them joyfully with trust. But at other times, the promises are gone. I see nothing but darkness. I’m bitter and don’t know how I’ll make it much longer.
You see, I suffer from Bipolar Disorder, a mental illness some may be more familiar with in terms of manic-depression. I know one extreme or the other, rarely the middle ground. And I certainly haven’t figured out the “Blessed be God forever and always! Yes. Oh, yes!” part yet.
But a favorite professor challenged me to befriend my illness, to accept it. He urged me to grieve the losses that are a part of my illness, but in the same breath he challenged me to discover the new life my illness brings. Not that a loss can ever be completely filled by something new, but for every time something is lost, room is made for some sort of gain.
Whoa. Befriend. Accept. New life.
So that’s the journey I am on now, seeking ways to befriend and accept not just my Bipolar but also other areas of stress and anxiety in my life, and trying to discover new life in places where I had assumed only death could reside.