Prologue This is the story of one woman's 13-year struggle to come to grips with  God, faith, and depression.   Gossamer and Bugs Bunny The Shadow . . . When we last left Elijah ( Combatting the Shadow of Depression ), he was standing in the awe-inspiring presence of God and complaining. Now, I understand that complaining to God is a fairly normal human response. But this complaining occurs AFTER God has shown Elijah various manifestations of His power! Generally, we humans a

Prologue This is the story of one woman's 13-year struggle to come to grips with  God, faith, and depression. The Shadow of the Valley of Death Depression is a strange beast. Whether it comes upon a person slowly or quickly, the depressive often may not realize that his or her perception of reality has changed. This is not unlike the infamous frog in warm water, so acclimated to the slowly-increasing temperature that he doesn't realize he's boiling until it's too late! Likewi

While God doesn't promise to shortcut the journey, He does promise to strengthen us IN our journey.

Muscle memory movements are stored in the cerebellum, ready to activate when needed. How do we store spiritual muscle memory? We build spiritual muscle memory by engaging Scripture, the mind, and an action-reflection model of living until the movements become HABIT.

Depression is a strange, new world of darkness and isolation which grays out and reshapes each of life's varied experiences, dragging them all down to the same level of emptiness.

With depression, there is no generally no forewarning or opportunity to prepare oneself or one's loved ones for what is happening or about to happen. The rabbit hole appears and the slide begins, with no indication of what lies on the other side.

This is the story of one woman's 13-year struggle to come to grips with God, faith, and depression.

In the Beginning CRASH ! The glass measuring cup dropped from Jennifer’s hand and shattered into a thousand, glittering pieces across the floor. Unable to cope with this loss and overcome by grief and rage, she rushed into the late afternoon air, slamming the door and leaving behind her husband, her infant daughter, and her life, and found herself face-to-face with who she had become—purposeless, directionless, boiling over with rage and despair.    Meanwhile, buried in my se