In January, February, and April of this year I got sick.
My dad died in February and I was the only one of my dad's children that was unable to go to his memorial(April).
I had peace about missing my dad's memorial eventually, after a few days trusting God about it, but I became aware of sorrow trying to attatch itself to me.
I have not experienced depression since 2009, when it left me, hallelujah. I told myself and spoke aloud that I would not allow depression to take hold of me again.
It had robbed me for years off and on.
I took my thoughts captive in April, and the Holy Spirit helped me. With His Word and promises to me and over me I meditated and spoke(“I will meditate on Your precepts And regard Your ways.” Psalms 119:15)
His Faithfulness is something I never get tired of boasting about. He alone is faithful to me, to us.
He came to give us abundant life in Him.
I believe.
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