OVERCOMING THE CANCER OF DEPRESSION BY THE HEALING OF GOD'S WORD & PRAYER |
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Monday, 28 April 2014 05:57 |
By Dudley Anderson Jenni fell back against the wall of the balcony of her holiday apartment and slumped to her haunches, petrified and ashamed. It was early hours of the morning and while her husband, Dave was asleep she'd stepped out on the balcony to get some air. She and her husband had taken a few days off to try and recoup their marriage. Jenni held a high powered job but her career was collapsing. She and Dave were in deep debt and their marriage was crumbling. Jenni had nowhere to turn. She'd been keeping it all in: all those feelings of neglect, lack of self-worth and anxiety. She gazed back at the railing of their 11th floor apartment's balcony. She'd come so close to ending it all. PRAY: "O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD. You hem me in--behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me," even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. Dear Lord, I make this my confession here today! I admit that I have suffered depression. Help me to find its root cause and help me to root its lies out of my life. I am a child of God and not a child of the father of lies, Satan. I confess Jesus as my Lord and master. I confess that he made a spectacle of depression when he triumphed over it at the cross. I confess that I need no longer be under the grips of the disease of depression. I confess that I seek to daily renew my mind by your word you are familiar with all my ways; you hem me in--behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me; your hand will guide me; you hold me fast; you knit me together in my mother's womb; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be; test me and know my anxious thoughts. In the name of my Lord Jesus I make this my confession here today! Amen!" ***** |
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