I’m sure you’ve heard the expression “when it rains it pours.“ Emotionally, my week has been a bit of a monsoon. Don’t get me wrong. Our family is well and safe. This weary heart and mind of mine, though, has taken a beating. My biggest bully (besides, Satan, the accuser himself) is me. I know the truth. I know what’s real and what isn’t. Quite frankly, much of my current weariness comes from the knowledge that there is so much darkness. Sometimes-a lot, actually-the negativity of others or even the sadness of circumstances reaches me at a very deep level. Over the last two years, I have made a conscious effort to combat this spiritual attack, which I now recognize. When I was in my late teens and early twenties, I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. I have often talked about my personal struggles with this, because I believe that people are afraid of judgement when they “come clean” about things they are not proud of. For God has not given us a spirit of fear and tim...