The Sunday before last, I saw a woman in church whose face showed deep depression. Throughout the service, she was comforted by her husband and small daughter, though her countenance did not change. I knew that look, for I had it five years ago.
Wonderful Christmas songs were being sung, but even those could not penetrate the despair within her that showed so dramatically on her face. As I watched her, I prayed for her. Near the end of the service, she dropped to her knees and silently prayed; yet it seemed like I could hear her: “Lord, Jesus, have mercy on me in this terrible depression.” Sometime, somewhere, I believe that prayer was answered by Him who cares for us like no other.