Depression

Here I sit. A rainy weekday morning. The dreariness is contagious. I know the rain is good for farmers and plants. But I'm not a farmer and unlike plants, the rain dampens my spirit, not my roots.

How do we muster any enthusiasm on days like today? Days of downcast spirits, a heavy heart, and responsibilities that feel overwhelming? I wonder what bounty can be found in rainy days, dreary skies and melancholy mood?

The answer softly comes to me - reassurance. Reassurance that I'm not in this alone. I'm starting in the right place. I'm coming to a moment of quiet and seeking the presence of God. Only he can bring order to my confusion, encouragement to my work-weary world, and enthusiasm to my dreary heart.

So God, this one's for you. This day and all that lays before me I put in your hands. The rain. The fatigue. The responsibilities. The part of me that feels stretched beyond my limits. This day I give to you, knowing your limits are infinite and your love is inexhaustible.

                                          Debra Klingsporn

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