While politicians like to talk of big things like terrorist attacks and global warming and where to put the rest of the $350 gazillion of bailout money, my friends and loved ones seem to talk of something else–depression. Since I’m been open about my battles with that and anxiety the past few weeks, others have been telling me that they’re struggling, too. I don’t know if seasonal affect disorder has gone amuck, but we could all use some rays of sunshine it seems.
My one friend just got out of rehab to a less-than-supportive family, save for her sister, my other good friend. Another friend lost his job and his family is looking for direction. A woman I know has been working a couple of part-time jobs to make ends meet and was dumped by a romantic interest who “just wants to be friends.” Others like me are apprehensive about the directions of our lives and trying to make it through the day. There are various factors at play in the psyche of the nation and people are just so danged down.
A lot of people are placing their hope in soon-to-be President Obama, like he’s some sort of messiah for the United States. If he’s unable to turn our frowns upsidedown, will we “crucify” him? It seems like an awfully tall order for one man, who isn’t even God-incarnate. Even though I support McCain, I am hopeful that Obama can do some good things for our nation. I want him to succeed and am proud for this country to have its first black President.
However, hope placed in a man is still hope that is misplaced. In Jeremiah 29:11, God talks about the plans for He has for His people–plans to give them a hope and a future (my friend Alyssa named her blog, Plans for Hope, after this verse). I don’t think this verse is JUST for the Israelites of old, but it’s for us today. Despite all the stuff around us that compress our hearts, keep us awake at night with worry, and cause so much pain, God has plans for hope in our lives. It’s just surviving on the tiny bit of faith we can muster–faith of a mustard seed.
I don’t think we’re going to become magically undepressed (or unanxious) because of my blog post, but through mutual understand and prayer and Bible reading and other inspiration, I think we can make it through this together. Who knows how long this season of our lives will last? But at least winter will be over towards the end of March.
I hate feeling like this. You hate feeling like this. Yet we’re all in this together, despite our separate stories, our journeys have joined us together on this path. So, take your hand in mine and we’ll trudge through this depression (and anxiety) together. We’ve no other choice but to believe God’s promises.