In my mid-thirties I suffered from moderate depression...
"...to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness..."
Isaiah 61:3
The spirit of heaviness perfectly describes the dark and debilitating cloud over my life at that time. Yet, Jesus came to my rescue.
One Saturday morning while alone, the Holy Spirit spoke. I saw that I had allowed a demonic spirit of pride to take up residence in my heart and mind. I had thought my issues were rooted in worthlessness, not pride! Didn’t I despise myself? Didn’t I suffer from low self-esteem?
I now realize pride and shame usually walk hand-in-hand. Shame is at the core of most of our lives, yet to compensate for it, we try to prove we are better than who we really think we are. In this combustible combination, pride happens. That morning, the Holy Spirit dove deep into my soul, unlocking the pride and shame at the root of my obsession with appearance, insignificance, and dissatisfaction.
I confessed and renounced my sin of pride. Something left me and the floodgates of heaven opened. I even experienced a physical healing. This is my story and He has a story for you too. Don’t ever give up on Him.
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