Confession time. I am a person given to cyclical episodes of depression and occasional anxiety. And I don't mean having "the blues" or getting stressed about a busy schedule. I mean the clinical, mostly inexplicable, sometimes terrifying, why-do-I-feel-this-way variety. How I've treated these besetting mental maladies in the past and present might make good material for a future post, but for today, let it be sufficient to say that the best medicine I've found so far is a healthy dose of certainty.
I know, by God's grace, through His Word and the working of the Holy Spirit in my heart, that certain things are True. I know: that God loved me before the world began (Ephesians 1:4-5). I know: that God saved me with purposeful intention (Ephesians 2:4-5) when I was a child. I know: that God has proven Himself faithful (Psalm 77:10-12). I know: that what God started, He will finish (Philippians 1:6). I know: that one day these vagaries of my mind and body will be cured completely (1 Corinthians 15:53).
Those are the heavy duty nuts and bolts that hold my life together.