Now I lay me down to…

In an effort to relate, someone shared the following with me:

I have been where you are. I understand how it feels. I see myself in you. I’ve awaken angry at God for not answering my prayer to allow me to die in my sleep.

I appreciated her transparency and subsequent encouragement. I walked away thinking, “Wow, I didn’t even think to pray to die, what kind of minister am I?”

Such a good idea.

Depression, is real. Some say, it is a simple matter of faith. God is greater. Others say, consult a professional. — God is free. Depression is expensive. Therefore, I am broke. Saving for my first professional visit. I just hope my life doesn’t continue to exude failure in the meantime.