When you’re helping others you need a self-care plan for yourself
It was a major storm. A lot of rain had fallen and I had witnessed flooding like I had never seen before. A few days later I was in a drain clearing some of the damage.
I was up and over my knees in silty mud. It wasn’t nice or comfortable as I waded in the mud for probably half an hour. The only thing that really kept me going was the thought of a hot shower and some clean clothes. That mud sure was sticky. Continue reading
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
We’ve been robbed in more ways than we know.
It wasn’t the usual snatch and grab. This was more a subtle insidious taking of life.
In the early stages of their depressive illness, they had been put on the new wonder drug Valium. With strong tranquillizing effects, life was muted.
Then after 30 years, 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
Under the thin veneer of supposed ‘ordinary’ is a power of creativity and life. There are no ordinary people.
If you saw her in the mall you wouldn’t take a second look. This was probably intentional on her part.
Average height, weight, with modest clothes she would slip into the supermarket like a ghost, grab a few items then quietly take a bus home to her small two bedroom unit.
After packing away the milk and bread this ‘ordinary’ woman would rest herself into an old worn chair and embrace her world of creativity. She would begin to knit. Booties, cardigans, scarves, beanies. All beautifully handcrafted with stitches of love. Continue reading
‘I’m such a failure’
If you’ve never quietly said it about yourself, then you will most likely have heard it from someone else.
This post is to help you help others you have problems with a failure mindset.
For myself, I can so easily personalise my failures into ‘I’m a failure’. 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
When going through Mental Health struggles, you have to give yourself permission to receive, especially from God.
Every Tuesday morning I travel to a garden in a small rural area called Clevedon. I leave early to beat rush hour traffic but also to get a few moments on the top of a hill overlooking the valley.
This is what I saw this morning. Continue reading
To heal, we need to humbly accept the truth of our human fragility.
There is a soap opera here in New Zealand called Shortland Street. In the very first episode, a nurse tells a doctor a simple sentence that has become, believe it or not, part of New Zealand pop culture.
“You’re not in Guatemala now Dr Ropata.”
In the scene, a mother is about to deliver a baby, but there is no obstetrician available. There is, however, a new doctor fresh from working in Guatemala. He wants to help, but the nurse is determined to stay within the boundaries of hospital policy. So she uttered those memorable words.
Sometimes I want to tell people these words.
“You’re not in the Garden anymore.” Continue reading
It is one of those memories that is special to me. I was very unwell as a child with eczema and asthma. My parents asked if our pastor and a few others could come and pray for me.
They were following the advice we find in James 5:14. We had communion together and then they put some oil on my forehead and asked God to heal my illnesses.
Are you sick? Call the church leaders together to pray and anoint you with oil in the name of the Master. James 5:14
I wouldn’t say there was any miraculous instantaneous healing. No thunderous change took place, but I knew that I was not alone and that some godly men and women loved me and prayed for me.
Over time those illnesses left me. Continue reading