white and silver chair beside clear drinking glass on glass table

I sat on the grey couch across from her, as I had done every Thursday that year. A large throw pillow lay ready to ease the hopelessness that filled the air. My countless attempts to treat the anxiety and depression with natural remedies had fallen short, and just thinking about the side effects of antidepressant medications sent me into a panic. But her words that day grabbed hold of the hope that had been buried deep under my despair:

Andrea, we’ve spent a lot of time considering what could go wrong. Let’s spend some time today considering what could go right.” 

Mic drop. 

My view had been so clouded with worst-case-scenarios that I was blind to the possibilities of how God could use this painful moment to work something out for my good. It’s taken many reluctant years, but I can see now that the seeds planted in hardship can produce some of the richest fruit. The apostle Paul summarized this well in Romans 5:3-5. 

“We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because He has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with His love.” 

Paul was intimately familiar with hardship. For me, this was a crucial component in his credibility to speak into the vulnerable space of my agony. But instead of promising a “quick fix” (which I honestly would have preferred), he lays out a roadmap of the powerful potential our current pain can produce if we lean into the process. 

The simple shift in perspective my therapist offered that day got me thinking: What if God does love me that dearly? What if He’s trying to use the very thing I’m terrified to try (in this case, medication) to clear the fog of fear and sadness? What if the side effects of what could go right outweigh the side effects of what could go wrong?

It turns out, they did. Hope caused a potent realization that God’s love for me was unaltered by the state of my mental health. I could love Jesus and see a therapist and need medication without shame. And for me, medication (under the strict care of a medical team) was the missing link in my rehabilitation. Regaining my clarity of mind brought long-awaited relief from suicide ideations and fight-or-flight fatigue. And the seeds of emotional intelligence, mindfulness, boundaries and assertiveness (to name a few) are now reaping rich fruit in my marriage, motherhood and ministry.

Rejoicing is rarely our knee-jerk reaction to pain. And pain seems an unlikely pathway to hope. But as you look around at all that’s going wrong, would you ask God to open your eyes to the possibilities of what could go right? 

Father God, give me faith to trust Your process. Help me see the countless ways You can and will use my pain to produce fruit that will nourish my hope in You for generations to come. Amen.


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Andrea M. Nyberg

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