Depressed. Defeated. Worn. Insecure.
Most of my life was spent holding those words tight. No matter how many times I ran to the altar or cried out to God to deliver me.
The love of God brought me to a desperate place. A place where I couldn’t give up and I was forced to realize who I really was in HIM and HIM alone.
It didn’t happen overnight. It didn’t take one prayer or one trip to the altar. It was a long and painful road. Some days, it still is. The voice of depression is familiar and brings promises that I forget are so easily broken.
HE LOVES. – 2 words that slowly changed my life.
Heaviness is lifted, chains are broken when taken to the love of God.
This is my story from a life of a worshipper. Freedom from food addiction, obesity, poverty, deep and dark depression.