“The depression was so horrible this afternoon that I cried. Then I cried out to Jesus, ‘Take my hand. Lead me. Simplify my life as I look only to You. I am at the end of my rope. But though You slay me, yet will I praise You.’
“Psalm 107. ‘The people cried out to the Lord in the distress of their affliction and troubles, and He healed them and brought them out of their distress.’ They cried out to the Lord, as I did this afternoon, and finally He calmed me down.”
Today as I write this posting, depression is far away.