I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of […]
Read More...I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of […]
Read More...I’ve spent much time trying to write my Living Room history. There’s a lot I haven’t covered and, as I’ve said, I would like to move on. But I do want to leave this capsulated form of my history. It offers a clearer overall picture of how things went for me. 2005 or so […]
Read More...When Jesus reached the spot, he looked up and said to him, “Zacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.” So he came down at once and welcomed him gladly. Luke 19:5-6 The Bible tells us that Zacchaeus was a chief tax collector. Wealthy – almost certainly because he had […]
Read More...It must have been God at work today. Of all things, the sermon was on Lamentations and the speaker spoke a lot about how much art, writings, etc. has come to us as the result of trauma in people’s lives. I can totally understand why that is. If you’ve been reading here you will […]
Read More...Rudyard Kipling wrote a poem – IF – that has been important to me since the age of nineteen when I was admitted to Riverview Hospital. Such encouragement! Almost as good as the Bible. Especially since I hadn’t become a Christian yet. The lines that stood out for me this morning were these: If […]
Read More...I’ve been told to distract myself a bit from stresses. And – as usual – I find photography of flowers to be one of my favourite distractions. There’s the actual photography – using the many qualities of light that appear throughout the day. There’s the various ways in which the […]
Read More...You never completely lose the memories of trauma, they say. And I know that to be true. Triggers come at the most unexpected times, even during a sermon at church. There’s not anything particularly different about the sermon. But at times it does lead one’s mind to reliving experiences in your life – […]
Read More...LIVING ROOM MEMORIES 279 (May 7, 2010) You know, I’d rather be into rapid cycling than in a solid depression, as I was at this time last year. The lows I go through now only last a few hours. The depression only got alarmingly low one day. That was followed by a high the next […]
Read More...My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one. They are not of the world, even as I am not of it. Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth. As you sent me into the world, I have sent them […]
Read More...I know I wasn’t going to write any more of my story. I claimed that I had recovered. However, traumatic memories don’t go away so easily. Writing whenever I felt bad was helpful. But yesterday bad memories – especially one – came back, leaving me weeping in church. And I had nowhere to go […]
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