Years ago I got caught in a pretty debilitating depression. Â I let things snowball to a point I felt I had little or no refuge left. Every part of life looked bleak including my own bedroom. Â Â On weekends I would lie in bed all day and look at piles of laundry, fast food wrappers, stacks of unopened bills and just junk. Â Blech. Â It literally made it hard to get out of bed in the morning (or sometimes in the afternoon). One could sprain an ankle
on the way to the bathroom. Â At one point it became difficult for me to imagine that the room would ever be clean. I would lie in bed and pray, “please, someone come and get this sadness out my house.” Â To my great surprise, one time, someone did.
Serious faith for misfits, lousy joiners, and other homesick souls