Psalms 5:11

 But let all those who take refuge and put their trust in You rejoice; let them ever sing and shout for joy, because You make a covering over them and defend them; let those also who love Your name be joyful in You and be in high spirits.

I am depressed…

God says “Rejoice”

Body says, “Go to Sleep”

God says, “Sing”

Eyes say “Close”

God says, “Shout”

Feelings say, “Sad”

God says, “Be in high spirits”

The choice is mine.

God says to me,

“What will you choose?”

It’s easy to give in to feelings.

It’s hard to go against them.

God says, “I will cover you,

I will defend.”

He’s there…He wants to help,

But the choice is mine…

It’s all mine.

What will it be?

The bell just rang.

Someone’s at the door

Up I get

From lethargy’s embrace.

I have my answer…

Get up.

God says, “Get up…

Give me your hand…

I’ll help you stand…

Get up!”

Sometimes to rejoice

is only a choice.

The course is up to me.

What will it be?

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End-note:  It was the mail lady who was at the door.  I believe it was God’s way of telling me to, “Get up!”

(Perfect timing)