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When depression takes over with it’s Darth Vader-like choke hold on me, I find so much hope, strength, and encouragement in the book of Psalms. It really is my go-to book for battling a bad case of the blues. I especially love books 42 & 43 of Psalms.
These two books beautifully illustrate King David’s anguish. He’s deep in the throes of depression due to the heavy weight of oppression from his enemies. They laugh and mock him, “Where is your God”? Here we see him pouring out his weary heart and soul to God. I can imagine the hot tears running down his tired face as he cries out to God.
And just when we think that King David couldn’t possibly be any more miserable and distressed, we see him praising God for the help of His countenance. Even though all hope had seemed to be lost, it wasn’t! King David found his hope in God, right where it had always been!
If you are feeling crushed today by the heavy weight of depression sweet sister, take heart. Look upon the face of our ever loving and merciful Father God. He alone is where hope can be found. He loves and cherishes you more than you can imagine.
~Psalm 42 & 43 ~ KJV
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy day.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.
For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.
Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.