 Barbara Barrons
This is an old but true story that happened to me about fifty years ago. Bill and I were living in tiny St. Louis, MI, where Bill was city manager. I was a stay at home mom with a four year old boy and a new baby girl. Everything seemed perfect in our lives but I was very unhappy because I was suffering from post-partum depression.
We had lived in St. Louis long enough to love our little United Methodist Church and I was involved in a very early morning Bible study. I was learning more and more about God and prayer. I chose the basement as a place to pray at home.
One day I tried to say the Lord’s Prayer using different words and I told God about all my sad thoughts. All of a sudden I knew God was with me because I heard these words in my head (which I will never forget). He said to me, “No matter what happens, everything will be okay.” As I remember, this all seemed so normal. No bells went off; it was like talking to my mother. But only God and I were there in our basement. I didn’t know what to do, so I ran upstairs and called my church friend Loraine. She believed me and was excited for me. I still felt like the normal me, but with this precious God given message.
Over the years I have come to appreciate this message more than I could ever imagine. It has been the rock that has helped me get through life. When I doubt something, it is something to cling to. I don’t know why God talked to me like this; probably He knew I would always need His words of encouragement.
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