A Knock at the Door.
I am having one of those weeks. A week where I don’t want to go to work, the weather is rainy and gloomy and I am just tired. It is like depression is knocking at my door and wanting to come in. In some ways, it is tempting to just open the door and let it in. Going and hiding under my covers would be another good option. As a child of the King, I don’t want to be dragged under by emotions that are here today and will hopefully be gone tomorrow.
There is a song taken from the book of Isaiah that says,