"But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? (Matthew 6:30)
Depression is a friend.
Many regard depression as a disease, if not an outright attack from the evil enemy, and statements like my opening preamble can be seen as coming from a clinical case, or someone possessed or in the clutches of some evil whatever. Years coming and going has demonstrated to me that it is much easier to forget the presence of God in good times. There is euphoria in praising and thanksgiving as an initial response to a blessing but it is so easy to drift away relishing the good and not God (...or, in christianese: the gift not the giver...).
Bad times and bad moods forces me into this constant conversation (albeit grumpy and complaining) with Jesus. Not exactly the pleasant mood or attitude to be in while talking to God but--hey!--it is still talking to God.
Is not that what prayer is essentially?
Depression is a friend.
Many regard depression as a disease, if not an outright attack from the evil enemy, and statements like my opening preamble can be seen as coming from a clinical case, or someone possessed or in the clutches of some evil whatever. Years coming and going has demonstrated to me that it is much easier to forget the presence of God in good times. There is euphoria in praising and thanksgiving as an initial response to a blessing but it is so easy to drift away relishing the good and not God (...or, in christianese: the gift not the giver...).
Bad times and bad moods forces me into this constant conversation (albeit grumpy and complaining) with Jesus. Not exactly the pleasant mood or attitude to be in while talking to God but--hey!--it is still talking to God.
Is not that what prayer is essentially?
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