
How I deal with depressing days
I have days when I’m just sad. Depression is just a part of the rhythm of my life. It comes and goes. Sometimes I can figure out the source (physical, situational) and others times I can’t. I feel sad or oppressed by life, weighed down. I get quiet and weepy. I feel extra needy and don’t know why. One blessing of having been very low in the past is that I know a few things: I know God will...
I am not a great pray-er. I am a desperate, scattered pray-er. I desperately need HIM because . . .I could think a thousand thoughts and feel a thousand feelings. But what is true?I could attempt many things.But what would please YOU?C.S. Lewis described the battle for our thoughts this way: “It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning...
If you’re like me–halfway through the month and realizing we’re just a few weeks away from our thankfulness holiday–let me show you some grace, Maybe it’s just the third trimester exhaustion or the super-practical part of me talking, but I’m a little resistant to putting all of the pressure on one season or one day. I’m not saying we shouldn’t do our best to celebrate a holiday, but I try to take the pressure of myself to cram all...
Do you ever have days where your soul feels sore? I had one recently. There was nothing major wrong, just a multitude of little things rubbing me wrong. A child with an attitude.A conversation with a teacher, “We had a little problem with so-and-so today. She’s normally so good . . .”A sinful thought that disappoints.An interrupted nap.An unresolved relationship that I can’t control.A struggling friend.An awkward conversation I wish went better.Worry over what someone might think of something...
You know those things you see in a friend or a spouse that if you could just put your finger on them, you think they’d be fixed? Or that fault in your spouse that, if he’d only listen to you, all would be well? I can easily pick them out in others and I’m sure they can just as easily pick them out in me. So, here we are, trying to live in grace, but we’re still such a...