OK, now my turn.
On Tuesday evening, one of our city's well-loved television meteorologists, only 41 years old, took his own life, leaving behind a wife and young daughter. Turns out he had been struggling for many years with depression, and needless to say many are heartbroken over his tragic decision.
This hits home for me. For a decade or so my husband fought serious depression and took anti-depressants to help him function. He was still taking them when we married in 2002.
As of today? He has been medication-free and depression-free...and simply FREE...for nine years. God healed him. Completely.
I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the LORD and put their trust in him. Psalm 40
While my heart is heavy for Don's widow and child, I am rejoicing today that my family can now sing a new song of God's faithfulness. It's been a good nine years!