I can remember driving down the highway in Virginia in a state of
depression. I’ve slipped into depression – probably a milder form than
many have experienced – two or three times in my life. One was during my
first pastorate, back in the late 80s. Every Saturday I’d get a copy of
the Richmond newspaper and peruse the help wanted ads to see if there
was a way for me to provide for my family if I threw in the towel on
ministry. Honestly, if I’d had a fall-back option then I’d probably not
be in the ministry today. As I drove down the rural highway in Southside
Virginia my mind was walking through the valley of deep darkness that
David spoke of in Psalm 23.
I looked at trees in the median and thought I could just swerve the wheel into one of those and the pain would stop.
I never seriously considered turning the wheel, but I had a deep
longing for death that was evidence of the hopelessness and despair in
my heart. Continue at Dave Miller
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