Taboo
In our society, mental health is a taboo subject no one wishes to discuss. Often times, people do not seek the help they need for fear of others thinking they are “crazy.”
Hear me now …
It takes a strong person to admit they need help and an even stronger person to seek help!
There is absolutely NO shame whatsoever.
Whether people are Bi-Polar, have Panic and Anxiety Disorders, or are suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or even Postpartum Depression, the bravest thing you can do is reach out to others around you for help. You can start with a trusted family member or friend, and then search for a professional in your area that can help.
I would must rather sit with you and listen to you express your concerns than attend your funeral.
Please, reach out … this world needs you!
Created
It’s no secret that I enjoy the outdoor living space at my house. My patio, among my different flower gardens, is my favorite place to be. As I strolled along the bank of our pond this week, I remembered a quote on my calendar.
God created all of the beauty that surrounds us for our enjoyment. The way He paints the sky with each sunrise and sunset, and with each rainbow that appears. The flowers that bloom, and the birds that fly around us chattering with their friends, all of these things were created by Him just for us.
Thank you, God.
Changing
Several years ago, I was invited to teach interpretive movement for Vacation Bible School at our church. Having just heard the song, “Little By Little,” I felt called to teach this to the 4th, 5th, and 6th graders. I envisioned them all on stage performing this song together.
The song talks about how little by little the children are changing and growing.
I taught them the sign language for the song, and it thrilled my heart to see them putting their all into their practice time. We would meet nightly for four nights, and then on the last night, they would all take the stage.
Each class was uniquely different due to their ages, but each student blessed my heart. Some didn’t want to go to the choir time, as it was not their desire to sing. They felt called to silently worship by moving their bodies to the words of the song to show deep expression.
When the last night of Vacation Bible School arrived, it was better than I could have imagined it would be. All of the students made their way to the big stage. Because we practiced all week, they were eager to show their parents the new skill they learned. It didn’t appear that any student was having performance anxiety, but they rather enjoyed standing tall with good posture as they began to move to the song. Their sign language was perfect, and they used great expression during the song. My heart was beaming with pride as I looked at their smiling faces during the performance.
What a blessing they were to everyone!
When their performance came to an end, everyone clapped and cheered. My heart was so full, and I was thankful for the opportunity. When once they thought I would be a blessing to the children, the children ended up being such a blessing to ME!
