God’s been speaking to me a lot lately about how He can use my struggles with depression as an instrument of His voice.
Immediately, two things happened.
My brain did a complete inventory of all the things I could bring to the table that were way shinier and better than my ongoing battle with chronic D.
You know, in case He didn’t already know.
And second, I quickly and lamely replied, “Lord? My struggle hasn’t concluded yet. No healing to show for. No mind-bending progress. In fact, I’m still pretty broken some days.”