Darkness. Ever present. Ever invasive. The blackest of black. Void of any hope at all of ever seeing the light.
This is where I’ve been for the past long while. Sure, I can be productive and have some relief of the darkness….even if for just a very brief moment…then I’m plunged – no, dragged right back down into the depths of this foul beast.
And it sucks.
Keeping my faith that Jesus is with me no matter what’s going on is next to impossible. This is where my “pack” – my small circle of really close friends & my hubs – are vital. They allow me to lean on them and their faith and prayers, trusting that I will make it.
Dealing with depression is hard. There are things that I do to help alleviate the pain, but sometimes that isn’t enough. It’s at those times I need my pack.
I am reminded of Job and David in the Bible. Job lost everything he held dear, but never wavered in his trust in God. David, the next annointed king of Israel, suffered with deep depression on a couple of different occasions…yet never lost his faith in God. It seems as though every other phrase David said in his psalms was praising God for His faithfulness even during the darkest of times.
Of all the people – past, present, future (Jesus excluded b/c He was perfectly God in His humanity), I need to be more like David: praise God even in my darkest hours. God promises to not give me more than I can bear without a way out.
What about you?
How do you deal with your darkest hour when everything you do doesn’t seem to work?