Thoughts for meditation and prayer

I had my first serious bout with seasonal depression in 1976. I didn't know what it was. There were no medications for it. So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I could feel the flow of the God life that came to me through meditation on the written word and prayer, so for the next two years I never missed a single quiet time. I was afraid of what was happening to me, and I was worried that if it got worse, I might have to be institutionalized. Fear became my friend, motivating me to do what was right.