![]() ![]() My friends tried to help me as best they could by bringing me food, praying with me, and encouraging me to press on. ![]() My relentless pain had convinced me that my situation would never change. While I had previously known a deep relationship with God, I was now struggling to believe that God loved me. I was at one of the lowest points in my life. My health was spiraling downward, and I was struggling to even care for myself, let alone two adolescent daughters. They were angry and disillusioned, taking their frustrations out at home. My husband had left our family, and our children decided that God wasn’t real. I was falling into a black hole, and felt powerless to stop my descent. I cried at the slightest provocation, and sometimes with no provocation at all. Several years ago, I was sinking into a dull depression. It is our remembrance of the ultimate day of despair, when sin colored the world and evil seemingly triumphed. We join in jubilation, “He is risen he is risen indeed!”īut when I think of Good Friday, my heart sinks. ![]()
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