If my heart could tell a story
If my life would sing a song
If I have a testimony
If I have anything at all
No one ever cared for me like Jesus
His faithful hand has held me all this way
And when I'm old and grey
And all my days are numbered on the earth
Let it be known in you alone
My joy was found
Oh my joy, my joy
As a child, my depression would undoubtedly stem from a lacking relationship with my father. What was once a kindled friendship slowly smoldered in the fire from the weight of crippling disabilities and crumbling mentalities. Over the years, we grew distant, and as a result, sometimes, my picture of God as a Dad grew fuzzy as well.
When we realize that depression has a voice, it is easier to filter the lies from the truth. In the middle of your sorrow, remember that your Father, your Heavenly Father, also has a voice, and He calls you His own, right where you are.
Romans 8:15 gives this confidence in that "The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, 'Abba, Father.'"
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Source: Steffany Gretzinger