Monday, August 15th, 2011
Antidepressants And Sleeping Pills
You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
Psalm 77:4 (NKJV)
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to the grave. I am counted with those who go down to the pit; I am like a man who has no strength.
Psalm 88:3-4 (NKJV)
Psalms 22, 38, 55, and 88 are the words of a desperate man. David was chased by enemies, hated by his king, rejected by his wife, and betrayed by his son. In addition to a lifetime of war, David made grave errors of his own. Can a picture of depression and insomnia be greater than that of David in his own words?
How did David, Israel's greatest king, a man after God's own heart, accomplish so much amidst a life of violence, anguish, politics, intrigue, gut-wrenching children, and love affairs that make today's soap operas look like desperate housewives' fairy tales? How did God forgive him so much? How did he forgive himself? How did he go on?
In the depth of David's despair, he remembered to pray. 'In the day of my trouble I will call upon You, for You will answer me' (Psalm 86:7). He didn't search out physicians 'For the help of man is useless' (Psalm 60:11; 108:12); he searched out God. 'I meditate within my heart, and my Spirit makes diligent search' (Psalm 77:6).
Depression, insomnia, anxiety, and neurological disorders ran (past tense) through my own family like a generational curse, because they were. Even before I knew Christ, I knew pills never worked. They only mask the symptoms for a little while. But praise the God who returns blessings for curses.
Remove the "s" from curse (this "s" stands for Satan), and you find the word "cure." Cures come from God.
God is our Healer. Turn to Him first.