Insecurity Blanket

A year ago, I attended my twenty-year academy reunion, which alerted the alumni association to my location. Recently, they sent me a copy of the latest magazine, no doubt to tempt me to rejoin. I flipped through, and finally landed at the back, where each class chronicles what people are up to. There were change... Continue Reading →

In Your Dreams

I woke up on Tuesday morning, and before my feet hit the floor, I remembered something I had dreamed. It was heartsick. After getting my coffee, I sat down at my desk and opened my Bible. Staring back at me was Song of Solomon. I used to skip Song of Solomon, but Charles Spurgeon’s writing... Continue Reading →

Whac-A-Mole: Mental Edition

I’m not a people person. I have trouble saying the right thing in the best of times, so I am really at a loss when a person is upset or going through difficulty. My personal strengths are learning and problem solving, not showing sympathy. I don’t like this about myself. I excel at my job,... Continue Reading →

Dressing For Action

I need new work boots and jeans. The road trip I have been planning has been cancelled, for entirely non-COVID-related reasons, and God has put a fresh idea in my mind. I am handling the change of plans in a manner that proves my depression is under control, and I am seeking to make good... Continue Reading →

my weakness, HIS Strength

When I look back at my life, the thread that I see woven through the years is God’s faithfulness to me. But this week, I was reflecting on my battle with depression, and 2 Corinthians 12:9 came to mind: “[His] power is made perfect in weakness.” It was a new way to view my past.... Continue Reading →

Sabbath Work List

Lately, I have been fighting restlessness with activity. I hate having a weekend come and go, only to feel as though I didn’t use the time wisely. From errands to household chores, blogging to letter writing, there always seem to be more things I want to do than I can fit in. But I love... Continue Reading →

The Real Prescription

I have had to power through some melancholy this week, which is nothing new. I have learned that my depression is fed by a self-focused state of mind. I was focused on me, again. In the midst of feeling down, I suddenly caught myself singing a Twila Paris song, “I will delight my heart in... Continue Reading →

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