While planting my first church I experienced the worst
depression of my life. It seemed as though I had worked so hard with such
minimal results. I felt like a terrible failure.
At meals I hardly spoke and stared blankly. I was too
embarrassed to share my feelings. I suffered silently, miserably and alone.
Sadly, I even doubted God’s love and His Word. This caused
me to question whether I should be a pastor. My negative doubts and thoughts
threw me into a tailspin of confusion and despair.
I was stuck in the
pit of depression.