An asylum for the sane would be empty in America.

He releases the curse in order to drive us to our knees and to seek him, to recognize our need for a Savior (Gal. 3:21—25). The problem is instead of being broken by the thorns and thistles of life and thus coming to Christ, we either flee, fight, or hide.

In the Psalms, we see that he holds nothing back, freely pouring out his fears, despair, anger, and shame.

Here in the sub-Sahara, it seemed that the weaker people were, the harder they had to lean on God - and the harder they leaned on him, the greater their joy.

It is not society that is to guide and save the creative hero, but precisely the reverse. And so every one of us shares the supreme ordeal --carries the cross of the redeemer--not in the bright moments of his tribe's great victories, but in the silences of his personal despair.

I have lost my mental faculties but am perfectly well.

I read an article somewhere that stated 1 in 4 American women will be considered clinically depressed in their lifetime. This should be more than a gold mine for pharmaceutical companies - it should be a wake-up call.

Comebacks don't seem likely when your back is up against the wall and your hope is depleted. But if you will stay the course, you will discover God's power to reverse the irreversible in your life.

I've suffered through depression and anxiety my entire life.

I probably suffered with depression.

Indeed, there is nothing like suffering to remind us how much we need God. What good news that His purpose and plan for our lives moves in a different direction from ours!

I always suggest that when you're going through cancer to find something in your day that makes you feel centered and that makes you feel good.