It was the third day. The “odd mood” had grown into a darkness now permeating the house.

The water tasted notably worse. Not bad. Off.

Peering through the window to check on the “kids,” the hatchling hummingbirds had flown from the now empty nest on the porch.

That trace of a smell in the kitchen now seemed to be everywhere.

Instead of a reminder to ease the stick back, pulling her from the tail spin, the radio seemed only a scratchy, white-noise nuisance.

Everything stationary seemed to shift, slowly moving into the wind that would surely carry her too away.

Not a glimmer of joy anywhere. A fragment of hope took her to the floor. Face down she cried into the scratchy carpet, “Dear God, are You here?”


That’s when she recognized the all-too-familiar signs. “Is this it?”


“Then call on me when you are in trouble, and I will rescue you, and you will give me glory.” Psalm 50:15

“You are my refuge and my shield; your word is my source of hope” Psalm 119:114 (NLT)

*Image courtesy Church of Christ Articles



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10 responses to “Despondent

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  2. There are days it just creeps in life a thief, but we are not alone. Strength and blessed be.

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  3. Powerful words and powerful pictures. Thank you for sharing.

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  4. Great blog! I’m a new follower and look forward to reading more!


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  5. Don’t want to read your words, but I must. It’s a reminder that we do not walk this journey alone, we know depression, but we are not alone. Need each other, need God. What is now will be different tomorrow. I must believe that or there is no reason for a tomorrow.

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