Now you’re dressed in a new wardrobe. Every item of your new way of life is custom-made by the Creator, with his (Jesus’) label on it.
All the old fashions are now obsolete.
Colossians 3:10 MSG
There is this commercial on television where a woman is followed around all day by her “robe” of depression. This robe of hers even has eyes that follow her movements. First thing in the morning the robe greets her in bed wrapping her in its embrace. The robe greets her on the sidewalk as she leaves to go to work clothing the woman in depression. Basically, the woman is being stalked by this robe of depression that is her shadow.
While the commercial itself is somewhat comical, the reality of depression that it depicts is far from humorous. Depression is like that woman’s robe that stalks a person throughout the day. It truly is a robe that clothes a person in its gloomy burden.
For a majority of my young adulthood I battled depression on a daily basis. I would go through seasons where I thought I was free of its grip. And then BAM…I’d wake up one morning once again wearing the robe of
depression. It would often blindside me at the most inopportune moments.
I spent my good days always waiting for the depression bomb to drop on my head. Basically, I was either depressed or waiting to become
depressed. This negative view inhibited me from ever truly enjoying my life.
When I hit my 30’s I had come to believe that I was doomed to remain a victim to depression for the rest of my life. Nothing I tried had worked…not medicine…not life changes…nothing got rid of the depression.
But Jesus had a surprise for me – He had a plan to set me free. When I turned 33 I met a woman who re-introduced me to Jesus. Her walk with the Lord inspired me to believe that I could take off my robe of depression.
My healing was not instant. It was a process.
I experienced days when I stood in front of my closet debating whether I was going to once again wear that robe with the depression label stitched into it or if I was going to choose the new wardrobe that the Lord had given me (the one stitched with His Name). Nine times out of ten I chose the clothes with the Jesus label.
I discovered that that the more times I chose to robe myself with the Lord’s clothes – by turning to Him during my troubles – the less depressed I felt. I still experience days when I’m down or discouraged, but I now have hope where there had been none.
And as Dick Mead says, “Hope requires an object and/or a thing. Hope is a person and His Name is Jesus Christ.”