When my girls fall and hurt themselves, they know they can come to me, and I will get out the first aid kit, and administer Band-Aids, kisses, or ice packs as required.
But some days the hurts that my girls come home with are internal; harsh words spoken, friends who no longer want to play, or a teacher who shouted at them. For these hurts the treatment is less tangible, a hug, a listening ear, grace when their overwhelmed emotions overflow onto their mumma.
Are you in need of healing?
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In times of great distress and pain we can sometimes feel that we are the sum of our emotions. Emotions that are overwhelming and hard, emotions that seem to take up our whole being. In these times conversely, we can also feel that God is distant, that he doesn’t understand the extremes of our emotions and that he is uncaring.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Our God is not a passive father that watches our emotional turmoil from a distance. Instead he is present with us in our emotional ups and downs. Continue reading “Present with us – the emotional father”
She was my age. Younger actually as her birthday is in July.
We grew up together, I was at her wedding, she was at mine, we were in home group together.
Yesterday, I was at her funeral.
It was beautiful.
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I am watching it again.
The world gone mad.
Women and children targeted.
I don’t know how to respond.
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This prayer is for you, Mumma, as you sit in another specialist’s room, hoping maybe this one will have the answer for your child.
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I was in the middle of severe grief due to miscarriages, and I found this book called Bittersweet. I don’t recall what made me pick it up. Whether it was the picture of the crumbled chocolate on the front or the subtitle; ‘thoughts on change, grace and learning the hard way’.
Either way, it found its way home with me. As I read it, often with tears in my eyes, I was so grateful for this author Shauna Niequist. She managed to articulate her own pain in such a way that she gave me words to express mine.
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