As soon as my feet hit the floor each morning, my mind is hit with a thousand thoughts. Schedules. Tasks. People. Errands. Chores. You know the drill; I’m not special or more busy than anyone else. This is life. Fast paced and full, we hurry and hustle. I don’t mind full. But I do mind hurry.
I am not sure I would have put antidepressants and Jesus in the same sentence about ten years ago. I really wish I would have honestly considered how those two could beautifully coexist in my own life. I had seen both Jesus and antidepressants working in other people's lives. But for my life? I didn't have ears to hear.