“When Israel went forth from Egypt, the house of Jacob from a people of strange language, Judah became His sanctuary, Israel, His dominion. The sea looked and fled; the Jordan turned back. The mountains skipped like rams, the hills, like lambs” (Psalm 114:1-4).
Depression is a deep, thick, stormy, gray cloud that travels ominously over the emotional sky of a person’s heart 24 hours a day, seven days a week. The cloud seems permanent and immoveable. It’s reinforced with layers of sadness, worry, fear, and personal defeat.
I’ve been under the cloud twice–once as a young college football coach, and once as an older ministry leader. I cried during those dark days until it felt as if my tear ducts became barren and ran out of tears to shed.