52 Days to Better Mental Health

The change was barely noticeable unless you knew them well enough to know that this was significant. It was a small change in their behaviour, a problem that had plagued them for most of their life, but now it was gone.

They wanted a miracle, like the over night delivery of a new brain, but this was actually kind of better. Small yes, significant YES.

It was always sad for me when people would come to me and project their anger on to me about God not healing them in miraculous fashion of their addiction, personality disorder, anxiety, depression etc.. Continue reading “52 Days to Better Mental Health”

Putting First Things First

‘If it wasn’t for sin I would be out of a job’.

This was a little quip I came up with when I was a pastor. The life of sinfulness and helping people through the mess kept me employed, gave me a living.

It does for many of us, especially those in the helping professions.

The other side of the coin was those who needed serious long term professional help yet could not access it due to its cost. I am thinking of those who needed counselling, psychotherapy etc but the fees were beyond the depth of their unemployed pockets. Continue reading “Putting First Things First”

Shoulder to Shoulder The Fight is Real

I didn’t realise life would be such a fight.

I thought life was meant to be like a gentle stroll along a flower strewn pathway, chatting with best friends. Well that’s what I was designed for wasn’t I?

In reality though I am in a fight, and you are too.

We are unfinished creatures– longing, reaching, stretching towards fulfillment. We express these desires for completion in prayer. Eugene Peterson

When I started this journey of inching my way through the book of Nehemiah I believed that I would find some great nuggets of truth to help rebuild myself, and others. Those ‘5 simple tips to a better life’ that would sell like cold lemonade on blistering hot day.

Haven’t found them and I don’t believe I will. Continue reading “Shoulder to Shoulder The Fight is Real”

What to Do When Fatigue Hits Your Heart

Fatigue seems to sap out any reserve you might have to go on.

I remember visiting him in the Intensive Care Unit in our local hospital. After a huge overdose of pills he had woken up to discover he was still alive. His attempt at suicide had not succeeded.

His story was not unfamiliar. He had battled his addiction for years. Day after day. Then it got the better of him, and when his whole world crashed around him he decided to crash out of it.

Beneath what our culture calls psychological disorder is a soul crying for what only community can provide. Larry Crabb

This was years ago, but just the other day he shared with me his excitement at the news of becoming a grandfather.

Wonderful I thought, it was worth all the struggle of rebuild for the joy set before him of holding a new born baby in his arms.

Fatigue hits me too. Continue reading “What to Do When Fatigue Hits Your Heart”

Do You Have A ‘Mind To Work’?

One of the most wonderful things you will ever witness is when someone does the hard work of change.

It maybe the challenge of overcoming the grip of an addiction. It might be the rebuilding of a life after a serious traumatic experience.

I think of those I know who have very serious mental illnesses, yet push on, do the work, and make progress in their lives that is significant for them. Continue reading “Do You Have A ‘Mind To Work’?”

I Say ‘Resurrection’ to The Mocker

I don’t think I could ever be a politician.

I look at what politicians have to put up with and know I couldn’t handle it. Adulation one day, then a knife in the back the next.

All those negative voices. People wanting to tear you down, and being ready to do anything to achieve your destruction. It’s a dog eat dog world where the dogs are always on the scrounge for that tasty morsel they can trot out and display. Continue reading “I Say ‘Resurrection’ to The Mocker”

Get Your Hands Dirty, You Snob!

Even you need to be part of the rebuild.

There are some people who really get me fired up. They are the ones who in essence say ‘I don’t want to get my hands dirty’.

They essentially don’t want to be part of what you are doing.

As a child I was read the story of the Little Red Hen. The story describes this little hen asking all her barnyard friends to help with the various activities of growing a crop of wheat right through to the baking of the bread. Continue reading “Get Your Hands Dirty, You Snob!”

and next to them

I want to do it my way.  I don’t need others help. I can rebuild my life and recover in my own strength. To admit that I need help is a sign of weakness. That I am just like them.

No, I am better than that. I will continue to hold on to that pride and resist any exposure and vulnerability to others lest I be considered weak and incapable.

Are you like this too? Continue reading “and next to them”