Oyster gray was the color of the afternoon — the sky, my thoughts, and my heart. It was as though dullness permeated everything about me and all that lay within me. Why does depression make me feel separated from God?
Oh, for sure I knew He hadn’t gone anywhere — in fact I knew according to His promise He had drawn nearer to me in my depression. But I found myself walking according to my feelings and not according to His Truth.
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Oyster gray was the color of that March afternoon — the sky, my thoughts, and my heart. It was as though dullness permeated everything about me and all that lay within me.
I felt separated from God.
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My body felt paralyzed with fatigue as fibromyalgia ran rampart. The clock tick-tocked the time away: 9:30 … 10:00 … 10:30 … and still I sat zoned out on the couch in my pajamas, searching for a brain that was missing.
The responsibilities of my day weighed heavy on me, but still the fatigue consuming me won the battle, holding me hostage.
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Lord, thank You for loving me. Thank You for Your abiding Presence that enfolds me when I’m overwhelmed. You comfort me when I’m sad and wash over me with waves of peace when anxiety torments me. I’m so grateful for Your tender care.
Help me focus on You, Lord — to see Your beautiful face, Your gentle eyes meeting mine. I’m safe there.
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