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The Big A: Meeting Anxiety

The first time I experienced acute anxiety I was twenty years old and sitting on the couch watching television. The storm of anxiety snuck up on me, and I was suddenly in its eyeball, my body lifted up from the cushions and whirled frantically around like a rag doll in a cyclone. There were people just next door in the kitchen, but I was all alone. I was helpless (or so I was convinced) before a force of such intense physical power I felt like the only way to escape would be to run with all my might.

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Those crying days

Sometimes you just have those crying days. Those days when the tide fills and swells, and the tears come. Often, you feel them building at the least expected and the least convenient of times. They come when you are alone, and they come when you are in public. You feel raw, and it takes very little to chafe against the surface of your skin, and you are exposed.

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Unless the Lord builds….

Anyone who has known me for more than five minutes will know this about me. I am not a builder. Of anything. Not even a gingerbread house is safe in my hands. In fact, when it comes to making stuff I’ve no more skill than my six-month old baby, J, no matter how cute and builderly-like he may look in his overalls.

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Where I go wrong with time….

Confession: I might not look like it, but inside I’m a thief. Countless moments a day I catch myself trying to steal something. Snatch it. Hold it close. To own that which isn’t my own…

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A Prayer for this Season

Sometime through the monotony of my mid-morning, an email came into my  inbox. It was from Dr M. The message title simply read, ‘Lord help me to live beautifully in this season.’ The content of the message is written below. I hope it helps others as it did me.

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Where do you go?

Because let’s be honest, when I’m tired and overwhelmed, I don’t always go where I should. Instead, I find myself. At the avoidance place. The distraction place. The scroll-until-it-feels-better-but-it-never-does-for-long place.

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For Easter Friday: A truth that cannot be contained in an egg, or a tomb….

‘It is finished.’ (John 19:30) Breathe in these words. Draw them down into your lungs and out again. Breathe in deep. Because this is a deep reality. Not skin-deep, but marrow and bone deep. Soul – deep. As deep as deep can go. This is an exhilarating reality, more freeing and powerful than the wind. A gale-forced liberation. Our sins blown away. Our wounds healed. By his wounds. As our little E likes to say when something is over or missing, it has been ‘disappeared.’ Our sins have been disappeared.

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anxiety

The Big A: Meeting Anxiety

The first time I experienced acute anxiety I was twenty years old and sitting on the couch watching television. The storm of anxiety snuck up on me, and I was suddenly in its eyeball, my body lifted up from the cushions and whirled frantically around like a rag doll in a cyclone. There were people just next door in the kitchen, but I was all alone. I was helpless (or so I was convinced) before a force of such intense physical power I felt like the only way to escape would be to run with all my might.

Read More
anxiety

Those crying days

Sometimes you just have those crying days. Those days when the tide fills and swells, and the tears come. Often, you feel them building at the least expected and the least convenient of times. They come when you are alone, and they come when you are in public. You feel raw, and it takes very little to chafe against the surface of your skin, and you are exposed.

Read More
anxiety

Unless the Lord builds….

Anyone who has known me for more than five minutes will know this about me. I am not a builder. Of anything. Not even a gingerbread house is safe in my hands. In fact, when it comes to making stuff I’ve no more skill than my six-month old baby, J, no matter how cute and builderly-like he may look in his overalls.

Read More
anxiety

Where I go wrong with time….

Confession: I might not look like it, but inside I’m a thief. Countless moments a day I catch myself trying to steal something. Snatch it. Hold it close. To own that which isn’t my own…

Read More
anxiety

A Prayer for this Season

Sometime through the monotony of my mid-morning, an email came into my  inbox. It was from Dr M. The message title simply read, ‘Lord help me to live beautifully in this season.’ The content of the message is written below. I hope it helps others as it did me.

Read More
anxiety

Where do you go?

Because let’s be honest, when I’m tired and overwhelmed, I don’t always go where I should. Instead, I find myself. At the avoidance place. The distraction place. The scroll-until-it-feels-better-but-it-never-does-for-long place.

Read More
anxiety

For Easter Friday: A truth that cannot be contained in an egg, or a tomb….

‘It is finished.’ (John 19:30) Breathe in these words. Draw them down into your lungs and out again. Breathe in deep. Because this is a deep reality. Not skin-deep, but marrow and bone deep. Soul – deep. As deep as deep can go. This is an exhilarating reality, more freeing and powerful than the wind. A gale-forced liberation. Our sins blown away. Our wounds healed. By his wounds. As our little E likes to say when something is over or missing, it has been ‘disappeared.’ Our sins have been disappeared.

Read More