Depression can steal your voice, your energy, and even your laughter. For nearly two years, mine was gone.
I slept too much, withdrew from life, and even prayed not to wake. The weight was heavy, but God was still holding me.
Then came an unlikely turning point. I took my grandchildren to SeaWorld. At the entrance is a shallow tank filled with tiny “doctor fish” that nibble harmlessly on your hands. I dipped my hands in, and the fish began to dance against my fingers. My grandchildren watched. Suddenly I giggled—then giggle turned into full, belly laughter. Their faces lit up. It was the first time they had heard me laugh in years.
In that moment, I knew: God had never left me. His command to “Be still” wasn’t punishment—it was protection. He had been holding me through the silence until I was ready to rise again.
If laughter feels far from you today, take heart. Healing can come in the most unexpected places.
Here is a link to the song I created about this post.
Selah 🌿 rest, reflect, renew
