“These kinds of circumstances and bodily chemistry can steal the gifts of divine love too, as if all of God's love letters and picture albums are burning up in a fire just outside the door, a fire which we are helpless to stop. We sit there, helpless in the dark of divine absence, tied to this chair, present only to ash and wheeze, while all we hold dear seems lost forever. We even wonder if we're brought this all on ourselves. It's our fault. God is against us. We've forfeited God's help.” SorrowDepressionConfusionCharles SpurgeonSpurgeon Book:Spurgeon's Sorrows: Realistic Hope for those who Suffer from Depression Source: Spurgeon's Sorrows: Realistic Hope for those who Suffer from Depression