Eyes that Overcome Darkness
I remember the first time I became aware that I was depressed. It was my fifth year as a Christian. It felt like being confined in a cold, dark well. No one could hear me scream. No one knew the depth of pain I felt in my loneliness. I couldn’t understand why I felt this […]
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Faithful In the Little
I sat on the couch stroking my two-year-old son’s hair. He looked up at me with tired eyes, seeking relief—the smell of Vick’s VapoRub lingered in the air but did not seem to be helping. His labored breathing concerned me, and the croupy cough wasn’t relenting. I sang songs and read some books to distract […]
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