God’s truths often arrive in strange packages.
Like the song by Foreigner I have been blasting on my truck’s stereo this past week.
It’s called Soul Doctor.
“I need to see the soul doctor
Before the fever begins
You know I’m searching for the soul doctor
When love is wearing thin
Doctor soul is in.”
Depression is not simply something in the mind. It is also what the Spanish mystic St. John of the Cross described as “the dark night of the soul.”
So on hard days, I’m searching for a soul doctor.
Rather than crawling into a mental hole or pretending everything is okay, I am learning to pray and accept that I am never alone.
Jesus promised to never leave or forsake me. And often, after these dark nights of the soul, joy does come in the morning.
Which means I can hang a sign outside my heart that says, “Dr. Soul is in….”