It has been months since I've faced the awfulness of deep depression or debilitating anxiety. I'd been feeling so encouraged, felt so much peace, certain that I'd experienced God's healing in so many ways. Then, suddenly, a few days ago I was hit with a fierce anxiety attack out of the blue that led to a few miserable days, crawling into bed to hide under the covers and pray for the relief of sleep while my hubby faithfully played Mr. Mom. The voice of the enemy is so loud in those moments: See? You're not getting anywhere. It's always going to be like this. You're broken and you might as well give up hope. Does this sound familiar to anyone? Have you ever found yourself on a healing journey and it feels like it gets hijacked? I just want to encourage you to see those struggles as bumps in the road -- not failures or unhappy endings. Healing is messy, and whether you're fighting an addiction, dealing with mental health, or mending a relationship, there will be unforeseen battles along the way. Preach to yourself in whatever way you can when the hard days hit: Today was tough, but tomorrow can be better. God has promised to bring me through. Healing is happening, one day at a time. Don't let discouragement lead you to believe you aren't going to make it. You are on your way! Bumps in the road just remind us we are still on the journey. Hold onto the truth that it's all gonna be okay in the end, because it is!