Have you ever gone through a difficult season that required fervent prayer? The kind of prayer that was always ready on your lips without you even having to think about what to pray? The kind of prayer that burned deep in your heart waiting for answers? [more]
In my darkest days, I remember weeping from the deepest places within me. I remember aching not just emotionally and mentally, but physically too. All I longed for was for the pain to end. Why, oh why, wouldn’t God take the pain away? I begged Him to. [more]
How do you handle mountain highs and valley lows? We must keep our feet planted on God’s truth, and our eyes on Him rather than the circumstances.
There were days, weeks, months even, when I wondered if the darkness would ever lift, if depression would ever become a distant memory. Laughter had become a way of the past, why couldn’t depression? [more]
I look back on my life’s darkest days, the days I walked in the valley of depression and was convinced I had seen a glimpse of hell; the days I cared for my husband and my mother during their cancer journeys; the days as a teenager after losing my father prematurely to a massive fatal heart attack, and I felt isolated, misunderstood, and unaccepted. [more]
