Times prior to this season I doubted the efficacy of scripture. Desperately, desperately I have turned again and again to the Word of God these past few months and I now begin to see the power of scripture to cast away my darkness. Vanessa and I continue to increase the frequency of our prayer times at work - yesterday, we both sat inside one of the exam rooms and tears fell down my face as I cried out for healing: healing for myself, healing for her grandmother (who is starting dialysis treatment), healing for our patients. 

I do not understand the depression that weighs down on me at times. I do not care for the anxiety that overwhelms me and takes me deep under the waters. I do, however, see that my strength this season is sustained only by scripture and by prayer. I need the Lord: every single day, every single morning, every single moment.