The past week was a pretty bad one for me personally - an old friend came calling, a friend by the name of Depression. He brought along with him a few others as well, and being the ever-gracious hostess, I set out chairs for them, welcomed them, made them at home.

Not the wisest thing to do.

Anyway, this extreme depression continued until Thursday night. I was discouraged by the low attendance in the prayer meeting, and I honestly didn't feel like going at all.

Thank God I did.

Celia began, and when it was my turn I thanked God for the opportunity to gather and pray, and most importantly for the fact that no matter how crappy and wearying our day can get, in the end He is always there to listen to us, and love us, and comfort us.

When I started praying that, it was more of a rote thing, not heartfelt. But halfway through, something amazing happened. I felt the words change the situation, felt my heart and spirit stir within me. I felt a quiet joy, and peace filling me up.

That was quite enough to scare away all the unwanted guests lodging in my head and heart.

And I've been on the mend ever since, though doubtless they'll be back, now just lurking and biding their time.

Hopefully I'll learn the next time they come knocking again.