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When Losses Snowball

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In the grief work I am doing, it was suggested that grief snowballs and brings up every loss from the past we haven’t dealt with, and write them down.

When I convinced myself I could face doing that, my losses went way back to the loss of my first pet.  There were so many, more than I imagined.

The losses to be written about were not only human losses - but any kind of loss that affected our lives. Friends, pets, situations, dreams … anything 

Are You A Worrier, Too?

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And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? Matthew 6:27

When I was in grad school, I took an assessment designed to help us determine a persons primary value system. What motivated them?

Things like power, money, fame, love were on the list. I wasn't terribly surprised to find my result was comfort and safety. I've always craved feeling safe, and feeling unsafe scares me, which is why my challenges can frighten me so. …

When It’s Hard to Trust

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I have this “thing” about things coming in threes.

No - not superstitions - but an awareness that sometimes time number three means I best pay attention.

If I hear something once - I may or may not pay attention to it.

If it crosses my path a second time, it might sink in a bit.

But the third time?  Ah, that third time lets me know this is something I truly need to pay attention to.

Yesterday, I was reading through my five Psalms for the day when I ran across this.

Lonely Places

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But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.  Luke 5:16

I think the loneliest “place” for me is during the times I awaken with my heart beating irregularly.

My episodes usually come in the early morning before anyone in the household is awake.

I realize, now, how blessed I was to have a husband who didn’t care when I awakened him, or why.  Sometimes just being held helped calm my heart back to a steady beat.  …

How Do You Live in ‘Now’?

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You were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. — Ephesians 5:8

I appreciate pithy sayings. 

Short repeatable comments that hold large truths. 

As I look to God this morning - He reaches out to me in a way I can easily understand. 

You see, I always want to know what to do next. It is hard for me to live in the moment, especially as I see challenging moments ahead. 

My mind scurries toward the future and what it might hold. 

One’s True Family

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Therefore encourage one another and build up one another, just as you also are doing. 1 Thessalonians 5:11 

One thing that amazes me about this life which abounds in challenges, is that it has brought me to my true family.

Yes, I love my biological family.  I was blessed with a good upbringing and am surrounded by my own family that love me and help care for me.

Yet, they often just don’t “get it.” They don’t understand the distress and dismay that can accompany challenges.

Days of Darkness …

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Lately, some days feel as if I live in darkness.

This is one of those days.

I feel as if I am doing all the “right” things, yet - nothing seems right.

I feel as if I am floundering for the next step.

My health still declines. 

New problems arise.

My body wearies.

Family problems hit home  - ones that I, a trained psychologist, feel ill-equipped to handle.  Other professionals have no viable answers so far.

I pray.

I read my Bible.

Feeling You Have Missed the Mark in Your Life?

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Somewhere along the road of my life, I learned how important perfection was.

One was to be the perfect wife, living in a perfect house, with perfect children in a perfect life.

Most of the time, all I felt was shame that I didn’t measure up.

I can’t think of one thing that I do perfectly –

except be imperfect.

I’ve lived with a lot of guilt in my life - guilt that I now realize I have heaped upon myself - false guilt.

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