I am so depressed. I've been following around Jesus for years and now he is dead. Some of the guys says he's alive, but I won't believe them until I see him for myself.
Here's why I am depressed. I love Jesus so much. I told him that. I told him I'd follow him until the end. He said I would deny him before the rooster crowed. I did...three times.
I am bummed out. I led these people to freedom and performed many miracles for God in the Wilderness. Still, all they do is complain.
I don't want to go to Nineveh, but God told me to. I tried to run away. Now I am stuck in the belly of a big fish. This stinks!
I am the only prophet of Israel left. Ahab has killed them all. I just won a huge victory over the prophets Baal. Nobody seems to care. I wish I were dead.
I am depressed. I am down here with these lions because I've been faithful to God and won't compromise my beliefs. Oh wait...there's an angel. I'm good.
I lost my house, my farm, my livestock, and my kids. My wife is yelling at me and my friends blame me for what happened. I am so depressed. Nobody believes that I am righteous.
I am depressed and it is all my fault. I slept with a married woman, got her pregnant, killed her husband, and our child died. God, forgive me.
I was king of Israel and everyone loved me. Now they love David. Is it so bad that I tried to sacrifice to God without the priests? I am very depressed.
My jerk brothers sold me into slavery and then I got tossed into prison on charges that I slept with my master's wife. To top it off, a wine bearer friend forgot to tell Pharaoh about me. At least God hasn't forgotten me. I have to believe that.
You know how hard it is to raise God's son. Am I a good mother? Did I do right by him? And now, they are executing my son! I know this is God's plan, but my heart still breaks.
I am stuck on a boat with thousands of animals. I feel all alone. Does God remember me?
It's my fault. I gave my inheritance away for a bowl of stew. Then my lousy brother stole my blessing. I am bummed out.
I got the worst news ever. Some magi came into the palace and said there is a new king in town. I am the only king of Judea. I'm gonna send some soldiers to Bethlehem and put a stop to this.
I am depressed. My girlfriend tricked me into telling her about my strength. Now I am bald and blind and getting ready to be offered as a sacrifice to these heathen Philistines. God, just give me just a little bit of strength here.......
I am depressed. I am a priest of Israel. I had two sons that were wicked. Then, this boy I've been mentoring, Samuel, tells me God is going to punish them. God's way is good. Still, I am troubled.
Everyone blames me for what happened in the garden. But you talk to a serpent and see how well you'd fare. Plus, I'm naked and hungry.
I was a great king of a mighty empire. Daniel, my advisor, told me to watch out. I didn't listen. I bragged too much and God struck me down. Now I am a hairy, stinky, wet mess eating grass. I hope God restores me some day.
I am so ashamed of myself. I used to persecute Christians. Then God blinded me and said I must serve him and Jesus. I love my new job, but I feel bad for what I've done.
I just found a plot to destroy my people. If I approach my husband without being summoned, I may die. If I do nothing, my people die. What do I do? God, help me!
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