At times I think my “depression” is simply bewilderment. I get lost in this world and lose my bearings. The things that keep life running smoothly and in a good direction seem to spin away. Before I know it, life grinds to a stop and I’m sitting on a hard chair looking out a dirty window, wondering what happened. Whatever the cause, at its rock bottom my depression is profoundly disorienting.
The first time I felt this sense of disorientation was in college, ironically, also the first place I ever attended an “orientation”. Certainly, no worldly orientation could ever clear this deep confusion. What my soul needed was God.
My compass has three points of direction, They show me the way, like the Star of Bethlehem leading the three wise men. Making the daily trek to Jesus’ side is a beautiful and awesome spiritual orientation. God speaks small and great words into my soul. He never leaves me alone. I cannot go far off the path when I follow Him.
The Israelites were in the wilderness for forty years, grumbling and walking in blindness; all the while God was before them, performing miracles. The Lord is always there before me, leading me if I will follow. When I could no longer see life clearly, I lifted my eyes to the One ahead of me, listened closely to His promises, beheld His miracles and trusted in Jesus. He clears the way and makes me new each day.
God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. 2 Tim. 1: 7.
Meeting God at the Park 