Memoirs of a Headcase: Held by the God of Hope

by JacQueline Vaughn Roe

We covered all the windows to keep the painful light out, not realizing how the darkness made the depression grow. (I guess depression is a kind of fungus; wouldn’t you agree?)

I swallowed the anxiety and asked God silently for help. “Out of the depths I cry out to you, O LORD! O Lord, hear my voice, let your ears be attentive to the voice of my pleas for mercy.” (Psalm 130:1-2)