Several years ago, I had a bout with depression – I'll share more on this later. But I'll tell you this: I won! Anyway, I would read the scriptures. Psalm 94:18-19 was one to which I could relate. The psalmist said,
18 When I said, "My foot is slipping,"
your love, O LORD , supported me.
19 When anxiety was great within me,
Your consolation brought joy to my soul.
It's funny the way the first line is written. If your foot is slipping, you probably don't say, "My foot is slipping." You scream it. For me, I was saying screaming, "My mind is slipping. My life is slipping. Catch me."
The "catch me" is implied. I'm not telling You that my foot is slipping as if it is the daily weather forecast. I'm telling You because I need You to do something about it.
God knows. That's why I could say like the psalmist, His love kept me up.
I've got the Denise translation of verse 19: When I was trippin,' stressing, and worrying because I didn't know why my foot was slipping, Your comfort gave me a joy I couldn't explain and peace to keep going."
Even today when I read this scripture, probably EVERY time I read those verses, I feel a sigh of relief.
God's love supports. God's comfort brings joy. Aahhhhhhh
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