Come...

Depression makes me believe the lies that I know are false. Somehow it devoids me of all hope, which is the message of the Gospel, thereby making the Gospel look like insanity. "Hope in God," "The ways of the Lord are steadfast love and faithfulness," "The Lord works all things to good for those who believe in Him," The Lord is near in times of trouble"... It all seems like bullshit when my soul lacks hope. Yet interestingly enough, according to the Gospel (especially the Psalms) this is the perfect posture to come to the Lord in. Coming with nothing honorable, nohing I have mustered on my own, nothing intelligent or wise. "Come to me all you who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest." That's me! I am humbled by my misery and lack of faith. And I am exactly who He called to come to Him. What an unbelievably amazing God that the sole requirement of us is that we come. Nothing needs to be accomplished first, nothing needs to be corrected first. We just need to come- bruised, battered and weary from life and He will give us rest. And in that rest He will grant us faith, hope and love. In this dreary winter season, when those who don't have depression often get a taste of it and those of us who do struggle with depression find the fight harder still, I invite you to join with me in finding rest by coming to the Lord.