You need a ‘but’ to enter your narrative of ‘and’s’.
The large leather strap slammed down on my primary school desk and made my 7-year-old body freeze with terror.
Mrs G was the one teacher every child in Wellsford Primary School did not want to have. I had been quietly writing some sentences out when the tyrant crept up behind me, strap in hand. She looked over my work and asked me ‘What’s the margin doing there?’ to which I innocently replied ‘It’s always been there’.
That strap came down so hard on my little desk that I think the whole class shook. I wasn’t being smart or cheeky, I was being honest.
I wonder now if that was my first experience of being shamed. Continue reading
Avoid wishing on a star at all costs. Instead, embrace the reality of a real life on a dangerous road.
As a kid, I always watched the ‘The Wonderful World of Disney’.
Sunday nights we would gather as a family and we would be swept away to some faraway magical place where there was always a happy ending. Then that memorable tune would creep into our lounge like a
Then that memorable tune would creep into our lounge like a warm cuddly blanket. Continue reading
Pressure within is building.
How do you let it out without destroying precious relationships? You prick the balloon in a safe controlled planned out way. You need to let it out or it will eat you up. Continue reading
The Christmas story is one that takes us into a world of mystery. Virgin birth, singing angels and puzzled parents. It also offers us a glimpse into a party going on with surprises created to delight. Continue reading
“Christians should not get depressed.”
I’m pleased to share a guest post from Richard H H Johnston of Christian Mindfulness.
“Be strong in the Lord.”
“You are an overcomer and more than a conqueror in Christ.”
“You have the victory in Christ.”
“No weapon that’s formed against you shall stand.”
These are all great truths from Scripture, but if you are a Christian struggling with depression, the words may seem to ring hollow and leave you feeling more guilty and worthless than you did before. Continue reading
I’m pleased to share a guest post from of Sacred Pilgrim. I discovered Laura through her daily Lectio Divina podcast. Such a beautiful podcast that I highly recommend to you.
The first time I tried centering prayer, I cried. I mean cried.
I was finishing up my seminary degree, burned out and disillusioned, consumed with self-doubt and the uncertainty over that nebulous next step in my life. My spiritual director sat quietly with me in her office that early autumn afternoon, wordlessly handing me a second box of tissues. Continue reading
He told me that he didn’t want to take the medication ‘Because, well, I know God can heal me so I am just waiting, praying and hoping. Isn’t that what we are meant to do?’
I have heard the sad story of God and medication too many times.
People getting all messed up with their thinking about God and illness and where medication fits in the whole scheme. They may be fine taking some medication for a chest infection or a headache but to take a medication for a mental illness?
Well, that just shows a complete lack of faith. Or does it? Continue reading
There are some people that I struggle to like, let alone love.
They are those that preen.
Those who seem so full of their own self importance, strut around like peacocks, and who want everyone to notice them.
You can see it so obviously with some, whilst with others it’s more like a hidden agenda that they aren’t even consciously aware of.
Enter into my reading zone is the book Ego is the Enemy by Ryan Holiday.
There is a story in it that I have been pondering over. Continue reading
I’m amazed how prevalent depression is today.
As a church minister I’ve sat with people trying to find a way through the haze, and I’m astounded at how it can affect the very young, the very successful and the very healthy, alongside those in whom we’d more likely expect it.
Depression is a killer. It can also sometimes be a teacher.
When my mind is idle, it can flash back to incidents in my past that make me wince. Continue reading
It always happened.
After a relapse he would always say ‘I’ll never do that again, I’m trusting in Jesus to help me’.
Charged up by some sort of white knuckled determination and singing a few Jesus songs off he would go. Sure enough though his grit would grind out and he would crash back into the old behaviours.
You see he delighted in the feelings that flowed when in that place of escape.
Name your poison. Continue reading