On Depression: Everything is Not Okay, by Hannah K.
I have been through periods of life where every day has been characterized by some kind of anxiety. Sometimes it could be seen on the surface- and sometimes my anxiety brewed more dangerously beneath the surface. As a predominantly “happy” person, bouts of depression cause a conflict in my soul between the need to be authentic about my struggles and the desire to maintain a cheerful exterior. It can make asking for help all that much more difficult. It is easy to assume that the happy, cheerful, strong person has no need of assistance and suffers no lows–but nothing could be further from the truth.
During one particular low, I felt as if my footing had literally been ripped out from under me. A series of negative events plunged me farther and farther into depression, each event seeming to follow after the other like a train of dominoes. From that place, what I wanted most was for others to recognize that everything is not okay–even if I could not always communicate how badly I felt.
“The Lord will take care of me… the Lord will take care of me… the Lord will take care of me..” Some of my journal entries included God’s promises written over and over, as if their repetition would seal their truth in my soul. Continue reading
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Silencing Intimidation for The Sake of Greater Things, by Sarah.
This has not been an easy semester, or year really, for me.
Why, you ask? Well, maybe you didn’t ask, but I’ll tell you anyway because I hate ambiguity/usually disclose more than I should.
Knowing that this is my last semester of school for now makes time pass slowly. I’ve watched my favorite professor show his true colors, my roommate leaves non-confrontational, grammatically incorrect notes on the fridge when life doesn’t suit her, I’m serving on leadership in an organization where people regularly tell me my ideas suck, and when people found out I was in a relationship they thought it was a stunt I was pulling for attention.
I’ve battled depression since I was 16, so you know, these things are definitely a piece of cake for me to process. (Let me just sidebar here for a moment to give you a definition of “sarcasm”. . .)
Tired of combatting the speculations over my personal life and discouragement over my fundraising for Uganda, I finally had enough. I broke down and went to Starbucks as soon as I got off of work. I sat down with a green tea lemonade, my study Bible, and what is possibly my favorite podcast. Jesus and I needed to spend some incredibly serious time together, and it needed to be now. Continue reading
Born To Deliver book review, by Hannah K.
I recently had the opportunity to review a copy of Born to Deliver by Kathy Brace, with Natalie Wickham. Kathy and Natalie were kind enough to contribute a copy of this book so that our readership could be introduced to the story. Thank you so much to the two of them for their kind offer!
One of the great qualities about this book is that it is true, which in and of itself is unusual for a book of this nature. The writers summed up the story well in a letter they included with the book, saying that it “is a true story that shares the reality of the consequences of sexual promiscuity and chasing worldly happiness, but also the beauty of God’s redemptive power when we surrender our hearts and lives to Him”.
Born to Deliver takes a candid look at Kathy’s personal struggles to find purpose and live by faith despite the “wreck of her past”. I appreciated the realness of this book, which you can tell is written from a place in the author’s heart. Nothing about this book seemed contrived, like books on the subject of redemptive love often are. Rather, it stands out because the reader can relate to Kathy’s searching. For example, Kathy writes, “How was I supposed to know what real love was, anyway? I had never seen it or experienced it“. Continue reading
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Nostalgia + More, by Baylee C. We welcome her to the blog team!
The past creeps up on me, slowly sometimes, or instead all at once.
The good, the bad, the really good, and the really bad.
It seems like a waste, to keep going back to a time that is non-existent.
If there’s no benefit to draw from it, no new lesson to be learned..why?
Yet to me, it’s incredible that we even have a memory.
A little storage compartment.
To be able to recall how I felt, how it changed me, how I feel about it now.
My memory is like a box kept under lock & key,
containing precious things and moments that matter only to me.
But is it only me? do other people feel this same way?
If these things were to all perish, which one day in the future they will,
would someone else care? Continue reading
Finding God in Fiction, by Rachel McMillan.
One of my favourite musicians, David Crowder, penned a crafty treatise on praise where he examined how to find God in “Sushi and Sunsets”. Crowder’s book takes a look at the things we view and experience every day- and how they, in their numerous forms, can act as a portal of worship. If we are to accept all good things as a gift from the Creator, then why shouldn’t a beautiful symphony, a painting, an exciting piece of architecture or a gourmet meal make us anything but elated and thankful? Christians, I believe, can find God and good in many things. For me, as a voracious reader, I find Him in fiction. Ever since I was a young girl, I loved the pastel-coloured, beautiful worlds of L.M. Montgomery. Her critics call her penchant for long, flowery musings on nature her “purple prose”; I view her descriptors as a lens through which I can revel in the beauty of the Creator. Continue reading
Thoughts on the book of Ruth and womanhood, by Rachel McMillan.
Me + The Book of Ruth= Life Long Love.
It’s a love story between God and us, a man and a woman, a mother-in-law and her daughter. It’s a love story about forging families and community in unexpected places. It is God’s fairy-tale, the Bible’s Cinderella story and, ultimately, the most Romantic tale you’ll ever hear.
In Sunday School, as a little girl, I would hear the story of Ruth and dream about growing up to marry my Boaz. Boaz, in my mind, was the ultimate epitome of a gentleman: strong, kind, generally the Old Testament Mr. Darcy. My little heart would thud and I would think well, well into the future when I was older and finished university, when I had an apartment and a maybe a cat and Boaz would ride up on his white steed. (or, at the very least, take the empty seat adjacent mine on the subway. Most likely reading his Bible so I would know he was a real winner). I don’t have a Boaz or a cat. The subway scenario has not come to pass; but the dream of Boaz sticks strong. Continue reading
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Thoughts on measuring up, by Rachel (our newest writer, who hails from Canada). Welcome, Rachel to our blog team!
If I am made in God’s image, then sometimes I think He must be disappointed in His creation.
The older I get the more I realize how debilitating my relationship with my image is and how long and arduous this daily journey has been. We may be fearfully and wonderfully made, and I know that my body is a strong temple (a vessel wherein I house thoughts, passions and moments of sheer praise) – but it is also an entrapment.
See, I hate it at times. Utterly loathe it. There are some days when I look in the mirror and immediately hone in on every. single. flaw: real or imagined. Why can’t I be Gwyneth Paltrow? I wonder, as I follow the curve of my waist to my hips. Why do these jeans give me a muffin-top? Why do I not have the self-control to stay away from the tub of frozen yogurt in my fridge? Why does my hair lack luster? Where did that zit come from (you can you get zits in your 30s?! stupid world..); of course that girl has an engagement ring: look at her! She’s gorgeous… me? Lackluster, hips, penchant for frozen yogurt….ugh.
I think some part of me always wanted to be the ideal girl. By that I mean the girl who looks good in camping photos. Continue reading
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