Right now, life feels extra heavy. And I know it’s not just me.
I was flipping back through my prayer journal from 2019 and couldn’t help but reflect. For one, I’m no longer a teenager (praise God for that). But even more, page after page, prayer after prayer, I see how God has answered in ways I hadn’t even realized. He has never stopped helping me.
That reflection hit especially deep because of how heavy things feel today. Depression is on the rise, with an estimated 13.1% of people ages 12 and up reporting symptoms within a two-week span. That’s an 8% increase in just ten years. About 30% of U.S. adults will be diagnosed with depression at some point, and less than 40% will ever get help. The ~60% increase in depression is heartbreaking.
This isn’t just random information; it’s personal for me. I know what it’s like to sit in the heaviness. I was prescribed antidepressants before I was even in high school, and I’ve spent years in counseling. Those pages in my prayer journal remind me that even in the middle of all that, God was quietly answering and carrying me.
In 1 Samuel 7, the Israelites beg Samuel, “Don’t stop crying out to the Lord our God for us, so that he will save us from the Philistines.” Samuel prays, and God thunders against their enemies, giving them victory. After this big win, Samuel took a stone and set it upright and named it Ebenezer, which means “the stone of help.” He explains it a little bit more and says, “The LORD has helped us to this point.”
And right now, surrounded by death, defeat, corruption, discrimination, and injustice, I pause to look back. He has helped me to this point.
When I get swallowed by darkness and the lies in my own head, I pray Psalm 42 (and sometimes 43, since they go together) until I believe it:
Why, my soul, are you so dejected?
Why are you in such turmoil?
Put your hope in God, for I will still praise him,
My Savior and my God.
I am deeply depressed;
Therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan
and the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your billows have swept over me.
The LORD will send his faithful love by day;
his song will be with me in the night —
a prayer to the God of my life.
The news makes money off heartbreak and disaster, but we were never meant to carry all of that. As believers, we don’t have to because our God is with us and in us, whether on the mountain or in the valley.
So I pray for whatever grief or heaviness you’re carrying. I pray against fear and anxiety in the face of the violence and brokenness around us. But more than anything, I pray that when you pause and look back at your own Ebenezer, you’ll remember: God has helped you this far and He won’t stop now.
Jayden Smith