Depression isn’t just sadness. Or gloominess. Or even a pity party. It’s not even generally suicidal. Most of the time I can compare to a… cassette tape.
If someone took the ribbon out of the case, crumpled it up, stomped on it, stretched it, tied it knots, heated it or even cut it… and all that’s left is the shell with a few rollers and cogs that can’t do anything without the ribbon. They can’t move forward or backward or play any type of tune.
Can the ribbon be put back? Yeah… but the thought of even trying to get the ribbon back to even close to what it was would take a lot of patience, time and energy— and that would be for something that will never play like it used to. So… what’s the point?
That’s where the sadness drops in. That’s where the utter feeling of lost hope, pointless determination and overall sense of being STUCK kicks in.
BUT GOD is able to put it all back together because He has a purpose for His collection of tapes. He has music from our hearts that needs to be played to reach others deafened ears and hardened hearts. He wants our particular songs to be played to bring him glory!
Time is running out. While we’re looking for a pencil to try and wind our lives back together, God is standing there waiting for us to hand over our hot mess. He is the mixtape master!
"My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me. But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.”