If you read the psalms, you will find that King David often suffered from depression, yet he was a man after God’s own heart. Look at what David says in Psalm 55: “My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death assail me. Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.
I said, ‘Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest – I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.’”
To me, this is undoubtedly a classic definition of depression; I know because I’ve said much the same thing. But look at David’s solution – I would hurry to my place of shelter. Do you have a place of shelter in your mind? My brother had an enclosed shelter in a desert (in his mind) that had winds and sand howling outside, but inside he was safe. My shelter is an apartment in Minneapolis with a single lounge chair in which I sit. That was the place where I had an encounter with God, in the midst of severe depression, that changed my life. I feel safe there and remember what God did for me. Your shelter can be any place where you feel safe and sheltered from the storm of depression raging about you. Even for a person who is not depressed, a shelter is a place to remove yourself from the tumult of the world for a time. I’d be interested in knowing what your places of shelter are. Just use the “Leave a Reply” section at the very bottom of the full blog after “About Patrick Day.” (Scroll all the way down.)