“But Thou, O Lord, art a shield about me,
My glory, and the One who lifts my head.”
The oppression has been thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe. This journey of “walking by faith and not by sight” has been harder than I ever imagined. I have walked alongside and prayed for others as the darkness seemed to close in around them, but somehow depression has never been my thing. One of my spiritual gifts is faith, so this “losing hope” is new territory. I’ve had to ask others to pray for me when I couldn’t seem to pray for myself. I’ve had to ask others to believe for me when my belief seemed elusive. I’ve had to practice what I preach and fall on my face in prayer. I’ve had to stay in the Word when I just plain don’t feel like it. I’ve had to let the tears flow, and know He is “catching them in His bottle.” When the enemy’s lies have continually assaulted my mind, I’ve turned on worship music to drown him out. Sometimes my heart cries have been simple but profound, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” The beautiful thing is that Jesus’ mercy does rain down. He shows me His glory, and He lifts my head.
How about you? What do you do when depression strikes, or when the enemy of our soul attacks?
The old hymn writer William Cooper sure seemed to get it!
“Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord who rises
With healing in His wings;
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.”
Dear One, read Psalm 3. Know that the Lord is your shield and glory. He WILL lift your head!