I have been struggling with depression this autumn and winter, and the struggle has caused me to become more and more withdrawn from 'the world.' Worship and fellowship ceased for me when I hit rock bottom 3-4 weeks ago when I fled from church in a state of high anxiety.

Last Friday, a friend from church dropped by to say hello and give me a hug. Her visit was like a cup of cold water to me -- very needed, very refreshing. She wanted to know what she could do for me, and I asked her to please just pray me back to church, for starters.

This morning, I earnestly prayed that God would give me the energy and the courage to attend service with my family. His peace began to permeate my soul, and I was able to go through the motions of getting dressed and driving there. I was afraid that at any moment I would be overcome by anxiety and not make it through the doors. But I took His hand, and He led me to the fifth row where we usually sit.

Lord, I said, I can't sit here! It's too close to the front and too far from the exit! I'll freak out!

Trust Me, He said. I'll be sitting right next to you and filling you with My peace.

His peace continued to permeate my soul, not in a flood, but in a steady trickle, and I was able to stay and enjoy the whole service. The praying, the singing, the preaching -- all of it was a balm to my fearful heart.

I just want to praise God for His faithfulness. He never lets go of me, He never gives up on me. May those of you who are struggling in any way always remember this and be encouraged.