I find it amazing how Scripture doesn’t just tell stories—it captures our stories. Thirty years ago, when I was at one of the lowest points of my life, someone handed me a Bible. No instructions. No directions. Just a Bible. A little while later, my mom encouraged me to read the Psalms. I didn’t realize it then, but that simple act was God’s hand guiding me—setting a monument I would look back on decades later. Years after that, I would fall into depression. At first, I didn’t even know I was depressed; I just felt stuck. And that’s exactly what it felt like—stuck in a pit with no way out. Psalm 40:1–2 says: “I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.” When David wrote those words, he didn’t just describe my life—he prophesied over it. Depression was that horrible pit. It was a slippery slope of “miry clay,” where every at...