Below is the text of the message from Psalm 46. I shared it in worship on May 29. Some folks have asked for it–
I did not understand what the words really meant. As a little girl, the words struck me as frightening, some of them even violent. And, yet, these were the very same words that gave me great comfort and courage.
You see, I spent the first 12 years of my life in a house filled with fear. My mother’s own life was not going as planned, and (we know now) she was suffering from significant clinical depression. In the absence of a diagnosis, she gave her depression another name. She called it “spirits.”
“There are spirits in our house,” she would whisper, with her eyes small and intense. “Spirits.”
