When Your Kids Declare “It’s Not Fair!”
When You Need Community
It’s So Good To See You Smile
But How Will I Lead Them?
Refreshed by an Unfair God
Let’s Make it a Great Year
Stepping up to Offer my Small Gift
Are You Addicted to Facebook?
Does God Really Love Me?
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I Will Meditate on His Unfailing love (Psalm 48:9)
When All You Can Do Is Pray
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Isolation is Not Your Friend
The depressed person feels like this is what helps them cope, it almost feels like a security blanket, a hiding away from the world and all of its trouble.
But isolation is anything but healthy, especially for a person who is depressed.
Insist on Solitude
When was the last time you spent a good chunk of quality time… with yourself?
I can hear some of you saying “Ha ha, wouldn’t that be nice! I’d love a few minutes to myself, but it just isn’t going to happen. At least not until my youngest child is 18!”
Freedom Requires Action
I want you to win this battle. I want you to turn around and help the person climbing the mountain behind you to win their battle. If you want that too then you must choose to take up your weapons, put on your armor, show up at the battle, and do the hard stuff. …
Don’t Panic; This is Not Your New Normal
The world stops turning and your thoughts start spinning. All of your memories from past depressions flash before you, but so clearly that you recognize that these are memories of things you’ve overcome. It’s more vague than that. You’re just transported back to that very place where there is only darkness, and because it’s so dark, you believe that you are there to stay.
I Wish I Was a Mom Like That
Do you pale in comparison when you look at other moms? Stop it! You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Live your strengths, thank God for them. Be thankful for the strengths of those around you but stop trying to be someone els. It would be a boring and ineffective world if we all had the same strengths.
Keep a Tight Reign on Your Thought Life (Fighting Depression)
There we sat, in the emergency room, awaiting a CT scan for our preschooler. He had taken a hard fall on the garage floor about two hours earlier. Initial signs looked OK, but the doctors wanted to scan, just to be sure what we were dealing with. They were pretty sure he had a mild concussion.
