I Rise with the Son

<p>During the darkest days of my depression, the nights were the hardest. My mind became a battleground, racing with thoughts I couldn’t quiet. I would lie awake, staring at the window, counting down the hours until the sun finally rose. When it did, I’d breathe a small sigh of relief—another day had come, and somehow, I had survived the night.</p><p>But surviving wasn’t living.</p><p>Now, everything is different. I sleep soundly, and when I wake, the first thing I do is open my Bible. I spend time—sometimes 30 minutes, sometimes two hours—just sitting with Jesus, letting His presence wash over me. My depression is gone, and in its place is a deep, unshakable peace. It’s not just the sunrise I look forward to anymore; it’s the knowledge that the Son of God rises with me every single day. I’m not just alright—I’m alive, truly alive, in Him.</p><p>How did I sink so low? How did I rise again? How did Jesus become the answer I didn’t even know I was searching for? It wasn’t an overnight transformation, but every moment with Him has brought clarity, healing, and hope.</p><p>I’ve learned so much about mental health, insecurity, idolatry, obsessions, suffering, desperation, and distraction—things that quietly plague the hearts and minds of God’s children. But here’s the truth: we don’t have to stay stuck. Jesus calls us to rise above it all and walk in the authority and freedom He’s already given us as His heirs.</p><p>It’s time. It’s time to stop just surviving and step into the fullness of life Jesus offers. Because when we do, we don’t just see the sun rise—we rise with the Son.</p>