I have had boughts of depression for as long as I can remember. It was when I was on the lower end of one of these battles. I lived far way from every one and everything I had ever known. I was lonely. I had not been to church for years. I was living with my sister(who always had lived far away, thank the US Air Force) and I thought that there was no use in keeping up the battle. One night I hear knocking on my door and a lot of giggles and shshs, I open the door it was my sister and her kids led by their home teacher. They barged in and gave me Oreos, (I will let any one stay if they feed me Oreos). the Home teacher, Brother Johnson told me he just wanted me to know that he knew the church was true, and Jesus was our Savior and he loved us no matter what and he NEVER gave up on us, even if we give up on our selves. When they left I felt something I could never remember feeling. It was like the room filled with warmth and love. And I swear to this day that someone put their arms around me and hugged me tight. No Life hasn't been perfect since then nor have I not had had my moments of despair but I have never forgotten(maybe let it slip to the back recesses of my mind) that Jesus Loves me and he lives and the Atonement that he suffered for us was for more than sins. He knows our sorrows and comforts us through the horrible times of life. In the Name of Jesus Christ Amen (I don't know if I should Include the amen part)
Bev

New Mexico USA