Therapy with God.

“For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; And the government will rest on His shoulders; And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.”   Isaiah 9:6

This has been a difficult week for our family. My cousin’s husband died in a car crash and a loved member of our family is detoxing from heroin. I didn’t even know he smoked heroin. I didn’t know a person could smoke heroin. I thought you had to inject it. Apparently not.

Needless to say I’ve been filled with sorrow about both these things. The man who died was around 55 years old. He and my cousin had a wonderful, Christian marriage. They did everything together after their daughter grew up and moved out. They loved to travel and went to Australia, Europe and Alaska. They were going to go to Arizona after Christmas.

The family member on heroin is a young man we all love. He lost his brother 5 years ago, and began using heroin on the anniversary of his death in September. He refuses to go to counseling, which would help him learn to cope with losing his brother, so what can we do? He refuses to go to Narcotics Anonymous and rehab, so his mother moved in with him this week while she weans him off heroin.

I have been praying for everyone and for myself so I won’t slide into a depression. But I couldn’t sleep all night after hearing all this. I didn’t ask God to help me sleep. I just prayed for help for everyone, but I didn’t go into detail.

I was feeling pretty grim the next day, and knew I had to do something. I realized I shouldn’t just pray regular prayers; I should talk with God about everything in detail so I did. I could feel the weight lift from my heart as I shared my thoughts and feelings.

 I talked with him about my sleep patterns too and how they upset me, because I hadn’t been talking with him about that. I’ve been understanding more and more how I just need to talk with God. Talk, not pray, just talk.

Talking is what you do in Therapy. I always learned something new about myself and my life in therapy, just by talking. I also felt better after a therapy session. I could see the way I should go more clearly.

Isaiah wrote that God is our Mighty Counselor.

I believe it.

He also called him the Prince of Peace.

Yes, he is.

You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will receive me to glory.”  Psalm 73:24

“I will instruct you and teach you in the way which you should go; I will counsel you with My eye upon you.”   Psalm 32:8

I must add to this post that when my youngest daughter heard about the young man in our family, she was feeling very sad. She was on her computer, went to look at Pinterest, and on the first page she opened she saw this:


God is fighting for us and those we love.

5 thoughts on “Therapy with God.

  1. While trying to stay awake while completing a manual task, I sometimes like to listen to those past 20/20 segments on NBC. It’s interesting to me to listen to how a mystery or murder had been solved and such.

    While listening to one of those episodes, there was one on how heroin was taking over the U.S. by storm. How it’s taking over people who appear to be decent everyday folks in one’s neighborhood. But how it had all started when they had some kind of illness, which required for them to get on powerful prescription medicine from the hospital/clinic. But from that point on, they became addicted to those meds and eventually continued to crave something to help their pain, which later led to their getting their hands on heroin.

    The scary part is how there’s a new drug going around, which is more than 10 times stronger than heroin, which is from China, it seems. Because it’s stronger and available for addicts to get, the higher the rate of overdosing.

    It was so sad, that episode that I had listened/watched. One of the persons whose addiction life they were covering actually overdosed himself and had passed away. For several days, they followed him. Then he was gone.

    Such important information to post about. Blessings to you!

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  2. I think you mean fentenal. That is what killed the singer, Prince. Young people in our city are dying from it too. Drugs are horrible. I think they are the greatest curse of the world since the 1960s.


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