For people like me who wage a daily war with depression, there is a phrase that pops up every so often, and we grow weary of saying it: “I’m depressed… Again.” It’s frustrating, upsetting, and draining. “Will this ever completely disappear? Surely people are sick of my black cloud… I know I am.”
You know you have to face the day again tomorrow. You know you’ll likely wonder why you bothered to get out of bed. You feel like nobody cares.
There is One who always cares. He already knows you’re hurting. He holds all your tears in a bottle. He watches the ongoing fight.
God cares. Jesus understands. The Holy Spirit strengthens.
You are not alone.
People will grow weary of your ups and downs, but God never will.
There is an old hymn we sometimes sing entitled “What a friend we have in Jesus.” Most people focus on the friendship…
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