Sometimes I get really depressed. It's usually because of something EXTREMELY tiny, and it's usually relational. But when that time comes, I'm consumed by a feeling of apathy and hopelessness, like nothing in life matters or could ever matter. It's like I know I was happy yesterday, but I just don't remember why.
For some reason, the greatest encouragement that I tell myself when I get this feeling is that I have felt this way before...and it ended. This is not lasting. This is not final. It will end and joy will come and it will be full.
So I don't know if that's helpful for anyone else out there, but it is for me. It also helps to know that God does not call us to the desert to kill us, but to teach us something and to whisper tenderly in our ear in order to draw us closer to himself (Hosea).
Lord, call me to the wilderness to see your face.
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