Hope Springs

I have an apple tree in my yard that doesn’t seem to be doing very well. I planted it three years ago. In the second year we got a couple of apples (or the birds did). Last year we had 6 or 8 apples, but some of them were oddly small. This year it appeared it was not going to bloom at all. All the other plants and trees were blooming and leafing, but this one still looked bare. I thought about digging it up or cutting it down, but I decided to give it one more year.

I had pruned it back substantially last fall, but I found it had one main branch that seemed diseased and might even have some bugs in it. I cut that off and dug a trench around the base of the tree. I made repairs to the drip system and increased the water doing to it. I fertilized and medicated the tree.

After a few days I saw some signs of life. I continued to water and fertilize and checked the tree every day. I had a friend come by and look at. He told me it might come back and that I was doing the right things. So I kept on, hoping it would recover and bare fruit, if not this year, maybe next year.

After about a week I had new leaves. I’m not sure the tree will be at full health this year, but it is growing and its health is improving. If I continue to take care of it and water and fertilize it, I will get apples, and probably more than I had before.

My little tree is an analogy for just about everything right now. The economy. Our individual financial situation. Jobs. Our mental health, both individually and collectively.

Truth be told, hope is more powerful than fear and faith is stronger than doubt. Find something to hope in. Grab onto something to look forward to. Cultivate it. Care for it. Your hope will grow if your nurture it. Like anxiety grows and intensifies when we focus on it, so does hope. Think good thoughts. Do things that keep you motivated and hopeful. Communicate with friends and loved ones. Talk about the future. We can do this for a little while longer.

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It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity…

Growing up in the suburbs of Chicago, I heard this phrase more often than I could count. Every summer it would get hot (upper 90s) and people would complain, but it was the high humidity (ofter around 100%) that actually caused the problems. Ironically, when I later lived in Louisiana, where the humidity was much higher, it was such an accepted way of life that no one ever said that. Here in Northern California, where the temperature reaches into the 100s every summer, and the humidity is sometimes into the 30% range, people still complain about the humidity. Humidity is significantly more uncomfortable that dry heat and it magnifies the heat problem many times over.

Similarly, it’s not the virus pandemic that is the most dangerous to us. I’m not downplaying the illness at all. People are sick and many are dying. However, it’s the panic caused by the virus that will have the longest lasting effects, not just on the economy, but on our mental health. To paraphrase Dr. Frank N. Furter, we can remove the cause, but not the symptoms. The good news is that we don’t have to respond to the panic. Here are some things that I have found help me with the anxiety of uncertainty.

Planning is a friend to those with anxiety. When things do not go according to plan we freak out. The key to avoiding the freak out is to make contingency plans. I recommend three plans.

What do you really think will happen? Plan for that. Work out the most likely case scenario without emotion (if you can) and plan out the day, the week, the month, even the next 6 months and devise a workable day to day plan of action with that outcome in mind.

What if it takes longer? We want to avoid the frustration that comes with our plan not working on the time schedule we anticipated. What if the next 3 weeks continues for 6? How would you deal with that? Plan for that so, if it happens, you are not caught off guard. The most likely contingency is that everything happens as we expect, but it just takes longer. We want to alleviate the anxiety that comes with that by having a plan that accommodates that.

What is the worst case scenario you, realistically, think could take place? First, realize that this is not likely. Just in case, have a plan for how you would deal with it. People with anxiety often magnify their anxiety by expecting the worst to happen. The first strategy to deal with that is to logically analyze the worst case scenario and realize how unlikely it is to happen. Then make a plan for what you would do if it did happen. There are people who are experiencing that very situation, but it is rare. If we plan for it we have two areas of comfort; “It’s not as bad as it could be” and/or “we are prepared for this.”

Truth be told, for those of us with anxiety, it’s not the circumstances, it’s the uncertainty that causes the issues. Planning helps relieve the uncertainty. So does keeping busy. In a previous post I mentioned some things to help keep you positive day to day. I’ve been working on projects around the house.

Make a plan with contingency options. Make sure one plan is for the worst case scenario so that it will never be as bad as “it could be.” Be willing to alter your plan. Know that we can do anything for a limited amount of time. So set a date that you expect to be the end. We can do this for a month. If we get tot the end of the month, we can say, “I can do this for another 2 weeks.” Find little projects to keep busy so you don’t dwell on the negative. Keep busy. Stay positive. Stay healthy.

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Beating Anxiety

Whether you have been managing anxiety for years, or have just joined those of us who have been, I want to encourage you that it is manageable. There are things we can do that help. There are things that make us feel better and actions we can take to give us some relief.

The single most important thing we can do is to maintain a positive attitude. I know, it’s not as simple as it sounds, and I’m not minimizing at all. In fact, those of us who suffer from anxiety know how difficult this can be. However, the most powerful tool we have against the negative thoughts that try to take over our minds is positive thoughts that will push those negative thoughts out. We need to do everything we can to make sure we can use that tool in the most effective way possible. Following is a practical list of things I try to do that help me, when I do them. I hope they help you too.

Get out of bed! Some days it seems easier to just lay in bed. Don’t do it. Get up. Make your bed. Have some breakfast. It may seem like a small thing, but it is essential to start your day… just start.

Think in and out. It’s easy, when we are feeling beaten down, to focus on what we need to feel better. That is important, but I have found that reaching out to others does at least as much for me as it does for them, and often, more than someone reaching out to me (although I greatly appreciate that too). Especially in the situation where we are physically isolated, reach out to a family member or friend. Call or text and ask them how they are doing. Just a little human contact goes a long way for both of you. Use social media to gather in virtual groups. Talk to other people and realize you are not alone.

Stimulate your brain. An active brain is a happy brain. Read a book. Listen to a podcast. Do a puzzle. Play a game (especially if you happen to be with your family). Learn something. Create something. Every day do something that activates your mind. Entertainment is great, and I’m all for the Netflix binge, but if you do something daily to stimulate and activate your brain, you will be more positive, more optimistic, and builds a sense of accomplishment. This stimulates serotonin, which reduces anxiety and depression.

Get outside. Even in this time of “shelter in place,” we can go outdoors, and we are encouraged to do so. Go for a walk. Go for a hike. Go for a bike ride. Even just walking the dog gets you some fresh air and makes you feel better. All of this can be done while still maintaining social distance. It’s OK to go somewhere else to do it or stay in your neighborhood, but get some fresh air.

While we are on that topic… Stimulate your body. Get some exercise. One of the best ways to boost serotonin levels and combat depression and anxiety is to get some exercise. Get your heart rate up a little. If you can’t go outside and don’t have a treadmill or a Peloton, you can do some pushups, sit-ups, jump rope, run in place…. anything that gets you blood flowing. Exercise at your level and always be safe, but as far as you are able, exercise. Exercise feeds more than the body. It feeds the soul.

Encourage your spirit. Pray. Meditate. Reflect. Some combination of all three. Think about the positives. Think about recovery. Focus on the future and reflect on good memories. Positive thoughts are a powerful tool against anxiety. As a person of faith, I believe that God has a plan for my life and when things are particularly bleak, I focus on His plan for me and my family.

Take a nap. After (or in the middle of) a productive day, sit down in your favorite spot and take 5, or 10, or 30. It’s OK to rest, just don’t do it all day.

Truth be told, anxiety comes in waves. It feels like being caught in the ocean, when a wave overcomes you and pushes you down into darkness. There is no way to fight it so you just let it overwhelm you. Like the wave, the anxiety will pass. Relax. Let yourself float back up to the surface. Breath.

We will get through this. This may be the worst thing some of us face in our lifetimes, but we will get through it. Lean into those things that increase positivity and push away negativity. I heard someone say today, as they were asked “what’s up?” “My spirits!” Even when we feel completely helpless and overwhelmed, we can choose to have hope and positivity in our lives. We get to choose. Choose hope.

If this encouraged you, share it with a friend.

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My New About Page

Every few years I seem to reinvent my blog. I am sharing my new ‘About’ page to introduce my (not so) new direction. Truth be told, I’ve been leaning this way for a while, but it’s time to step it up. I hope my writings will benefit others and that my friends will share it so that more people can be reached and encouraged…

It was 1995. I was recently divorced and looking for my life purpose  I decided to go back to school and finish my degree and become a teacher and coach. Over the next 20+ years I would learn to teach math, statistics, and technology use. I would also learn to speak to a variety of audiences, some of which did not actually want to be there. I developed the skills of being a coach; in helping others find success through and by overcoming challenges and adversity. I learned to connect with my students on a deeper level and learned that the subject I teach is far less important than the people I reach.

Over that time I was able to serve as an elder at my church. I became a minister so that I could serve others by performing weddings, funerals, counseling services, and ministering to their emotional and spiritual needs. All of these things I could do before the title, but having the title makes it obvious to others that I am available to do so. A friend and pastor of mine once told me, “if you want to be an elder, start ‘elding.’ ” So, I “eld” whenever I get the chance.

2019 and it’s time to leave the field of public education. In the midst of this transition, I was in a serious accident in which I was hit by a light rail train and spent months in recovery and rehabilitation. Following, or during, all this we are hit with COVID-19 and the subsequent changes to our daily lives. Like 9/11 and the Great Depression, our lives have been changed forever. The way we do things will ever be changed.

My future is in helping others navigate the way life has changed for them. Each individual Has individual and specific needs. I can mentor through that. 

Please comment on posts and contact me for public speaking or mentoring needs.

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Why Do Celebrities Matter?

As most of you know by now, Kobe Bryant and his daughter were killed in a helicopter crash last weekend. There has been a huge outpouring of support, but there has also been some significant pushback. Some are pointing out that others also perished in the crash. Some are pointing out that we should give more credence to those who are true heroes (first responders and military) who die every year in more noble causes. One military General even went so far as to claim that those mourning a basketball player are “wasting their energy.”

There is no doubt that those who willingly, even purposely, put themselves in harms way in order to defend freedom and protect others are on an entirely different level of hero. Soldiers, police officers, firefighters, all deserve the highest level of respect and when (as they so often do) they sacrifice their own lives in the line of duty, they should receive all the accolades we can possibly raise in their honor.

I will also say, here and now, that when sports heroes or performers get political, I’m usually near the first to say that they have overstepped their bounds and, while they do have a unique and powerful platform from which to make their opinions known, government and politics are not, generally, their field of expertise and I take their opinions with a grain of salt (or less).

So, why do we mourn celebrities with so much passion? It’s because we feel like we know them on a deeper level than we actually do. It’s because we have memories built on times we saw them perform. It’s because, in some way, they have touched a large number of people. It is also, sometimes, because of the shock factor when someone dies before they are expected to.

We mourn those who create a void and a feeling of loss in our lives when they leave us. A celebrity or sports hero for whom we have significant fond memories of, a musician whose music we loved, an actor whose performances we treasured, all leave marks on our lives that do not quickly fade. When one lives a long life and leaves behind a legacy of great work we celebrate what they have done. When one leaves us at a young age, we mourn for their family and their fans, while we honor their work and celebrate their accomplishments. When an officer or a soldier dies in the line of duty, I am deeply saddened, but I can’t feel it on a personal level like one who knew them or even who has served would feel it.

No, Kobe and Gigi were not more important, nor more significant than the other 7 people who lost their lives in the same crash. Their loss was not more tragic than the loss of an officer or a soldier who gave their life in defense of others. They were more widely known.

Their loss was more of a shock. Someone dying in a helicopter crash at 41, with his daughter, is more surprising to the public than someone dying in war, or in the line of duty as a first responder. Their passing is not more significant, but it is less expected.

When I see that Kobe Bryant died in a helicopter crash, this is what I see. I see the loss of a personal sports hero. It brings back a flood of memories of watching basketball on TV with my son (who swears his first word was “Lakers, Lakers, Lakers” said in a mock crowd noise whisper). I see a man who was a great leader for his team. I see a man who stumbled and responded with a renewed love for his wife and children. I see a devoted father and husband. I see a super human who fell and got back up and was forgiven by his family and by God. I see a reflection of God’s grace and love.

Nine people died in a helicopter crash on Sunday, January 26, 2020. All of them leave behind a void that can never be filled. All of them will be mourned. Some by more people than others, not because they are more important, but perhaps because they are more known.

Some say we should be mourning others instead, or more. Truth be told, we have an infinite capacity for sorrow, just as we have an infinite capacity for joy. I hope we can celebrate those who we have lost and that the joy from their memories will be greater than the sorrow that accompanies their passing.

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Healing, Part 2

No one could tell how long I would need to be in the hospital. Early estimates were about four weeks and then some length of time in a nursing facility until I could fend for myself at home. Then the insurance company got involved.

Since Sutter (my medical provider) does not communicate well with UC Davis, Sutter wanted me in one of their facilities. The new plan was to transfer me to a Sutter hospital (likely Roseville) and then to a nursing facility, and then home.

This was the time that my digestive system decided not to cooperate. After several scans and x-rays, Sutter decided it was better for UC Davis to attend to this problem and, once I was off IV nutrition and the NG tube, they would take me to Roseville. This took about a week. Finally, I was able to have the NG tube removed and start eating regular (hospital) food. Almost instantly I was ready to leave. Not to Roseville. Not to a nursing facility. I got to go home.

My family set up a perfect hospice area in the family room. I could watch TV. I had my favorite view out the window. I was comfortable to sleep. I didn’t have to go upstairs. The next couple of weeks I spent here.

As my strength improved, I was able to walk around the house, and even up the stairs (only partway at first). I began taking short walks to the end of the driveway and then around the block, and, finally, around the neighborhood.

It’s surprising how much energy healing takes. After a short walk or a shower, I needed a nap. I could only eat small amounts of food at a time. My skin was dry and flaky, as if I’d been out in the sun too much and was peeling. I got dizzy every time I moved my head. The hospital said I was well enough to go home and I thought that meant I could get back to normal life, but I was a long way from normal life. Over the next several weeks the miraculous rate of healing began to fade to a slower, more consistent, gradual recovery.

Truth be told, nothing happens as fast as we want it to, but everything happens when it’s supposed to.

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Healing, Part 1

Healing is a long process. Longer than one would expect. Longer than one would want. The good news is that physical healing begins immediately.

At the moment the train hit my truck my brain shut down to protect me from the reaction to what was happening. Bones fractured. Muscles tore. Internal organs were lacerated. The brain was concussed.

At the same moment, healing began. Blood rushed to the injured areas. Cells began forming to repair damaged tissues. Bones began knitting back together. Precious resources diverted to where they were most needed.

It took, literally, hundreds of dedicated professionals to save me and put me back together. My rescue began with the first responder who told me that I was hit by a train (I didn’t believe him), but he was going to get me out. He handed me off to the EMTs (of which he may have been one), who transferred me to the emergency room personnel at UC Davis Medical center. I never got to meet any of those people.

On Tuesday (or it may have been Wednesday) I met the trauma team who told me of the internal injuries to my kidney, liver, spleen, and diaphragm. The orthopedic surgical team came in to tell me about the repairs to my elbow and the fractures to my ribs, spine, scapula, and sternum. I could scarcely take it in. I’m fortunate to be alive and, further, the only surgery I needed was the, already completed, repair of my elbow. Although my diaphragm had been punctured by a broken rib, a piece of fatty tissue had lodged into the hole and was being held in place by my swollen spleen. My spleen was bruised, but not ruptured, so no surgery would be necessary. My spine and ribs were held in place by all the muscles and ligaments surrounding them, so I didn’t need any surgery to repair them either.

It appeared that I was ready for regular food, but my body dispelled that illusion by shutting down my colon and closing off my digestion. Apparently my system was not ready to expend energy processing food. Consequently, I spent the next week with an NG tube to take stomach contents and an IV to put in nutrition. This wreaked havoc with my blood sugar, so each meal came with a dessert of insulin. The determining factor of when I could leave was my ability to process food and get these IVs and tubes out of me.

After nearly 3 weeks in the hospital, I was allowed to go home (more on that part later). The tubes came out. I was able to walk around the hospital floor. I could eat regular (well, hospital) food.

Truth be told, although there were teams of people helping me, it was, ultimately, my body determined when it was ready. Sometimes all one can do is wait.

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Where am I?

It’s a strange sensation, waking up somewhere when you don’t know where you are, how long you’ve been there, nor how you got there. Head injuries play a funny game with one’s memory. I mentioned that I had some spotty moments of consciousness after the accident, but I also lost quite a bit of memory leading up to the accident, and even a chunk of the entire week prior.

I remember that I spent the morning with my friend, John. I remember lunch, and that I no longer like fried pickles. I had to ask my daughter if I picked her up from school, and she reminded me that she had stayed home from school that day (coincidentally due to a minor concussion). I remember being at my other daughter’s home and playing with my granddaughters. I don’t remember what route I took to get there. I usually use my GPS anyway. I remember being at the intersection where the accident took place, but I don’t remember driving from my daughter’s to there. I don’t recall the accident at all. As far as I know, I still haven’t seen the train that hit me.

I recall holding onto my phone while I was in the hospital, but I do not remember some of the text conversations I had, nor do I remember posting on social media. A week, or so, later I asked one of my coworkers how they had known about the accident so quickly. It turns out that I had told them when they had texted about something else. I did not remember it at all and they sent me a screenshot of the conversation. I’d like to say that jogged my memory, but I still don’t recall the conversation.

I don’t know how long I was in the emergency room or if I was in intensive care or recovery at all. I woke up in my regular room after I had already had surgery on my elbow, but they were still trying to figure out what (if anything) to do about the rest of me.

Truth be told, I wonder if the brain blocks out certain aspects of trauma to protect us. On the other hand, why does it take so many other memories with it? In this case, I don’t feel a need to fill in any blanks. I just want to move forward.

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Moving forward, from here…

“What’s going on?” I asked the person suddenly next to me in the cab of my truck. I could feel the surprise on my face at their appearance and the fact that they somehow fit between me and the driver’s side door. I’m not sure how this person got here, who they are, or even where I am. It feels like I am waking up from a dream and I am completely disconnected from what is happening.

“You’ve been hit by a train, but I’m going to get you out of here.”

“Train? There was no train.” I’m not sure if I said this or just thought it, but the lights go out (again).

Immediately I saw bright lights and I had a sense that I was moving very fast. There is no pain, no feeling whatsoever, and I was suddenly aware that I may be leaving these earthly confines for whatever comes next. Dark!

“1, 2, 3.” I’m being moved from one bed to another and there is so much pain from so many places that I’m overwhelmed… Dark!

I hear my wife’s voice and open my eyes to see my friend, Dustin, right in my face. Is it strange that Dustin sounds like my wife; or that my wife looks like Dustin? Dark, again.

In the hours and days that followed I was able to fill in some blanks. I am, in fact, not dead. I do, however, have a laundry list of injuries. Some of which will take a long time to fully heal. 24 spinal fractures, 8 fractured ribs, a fractured scapula and a fractured sternum. Lacerations to my liver, kidney and adrenal gland. A contused spleen and a punctured diaphragm. Not to mention the destroyed elbow. By the time I’m fully aware, they have already repaired the elbow with a steel plate, 12 screws, and a titanium radial knob. Everything else will heal on it’s own.

The human body responds to trauma in amazing ways. All of them designed to protect and heal. I don’t remember any of the accident, and not much of the several days after. I never felt my elbow until after the surgery. Although it is painful, when my digestive system shut down and forced doctors to put an NG tube in and feed me intravenously for about a week, it is necessary to let my internal organs start healing. Once my ileus (I’ll let you look that one up) heals, I am able to go home, rather than a skilled nursing facility, as expected.

Once home, my healing continues to progress. Friends bringing us meals and stopping by to visit make the days better. My family puts together a recovery area for me to stay in until I am able to make it up the stairs and sleep in my own bed. Family and friends get me to doctors’ appointments.

One of my X-Ray techs said to me “I’ve never actually spoken to anyone who has been hit by a train before.”

“Well,” I replied, “we are a fairly small club, at least those of us who are walking around.”

Truth be told, I’ve gotten a second chance here and I need to treasure every moment. I need to move forward with those plans I have been holding on to for a long time. It’s time to be moving forward…

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Gimme A Break

The new year always gives us the sense of starting over; letting go of the old and getting excited about the new. The future is exciting and we welcome the opportunity to start over in some ways.

I’ve never liked the whole ‘resolution’ concept. Regardless of what it started out as, I’m convinced it’s the fitness industry’s way of boosting sales in January. A friend of mine said he had the idea of opening a gym on January 1 and switch it to a bar after three weeks. That’s a great idea!

Still, it’s a good time for us to talk about goals for the new year. It’s a good time to look back at the past year and see what we have accomplished… or where we fell short. I hope you set goals, or made resolutions last year. I hope you achieved some or all of those goals.

I have been using the “one word” strategy for the last several years…. trying to apply one word to my life, rather than make a “resolution.” To be honest, I had to go back and look at my goals from last year. It seems so long ago and I couldn’t even remember what I had wanted to accomplish.

I started with some bold goals about running crazy distances and a promise to let go of my plans and let God run things. I failed, miserably, at both of those. Don’t get me wrong. There were some really good times this year and I know my life is amazing, but for me, there were a series of events that tore me down and I’m sharing with you because I know some of you feel the same way and I want you to know that you are not alone.

I started with a 10 mile race on January 1st. I completed three 50k races in February, March, and April. So far so good. At the same time I was finding my teaching to be overwhelming. Even coaching was becoming a chore. My head coach had made it clear that she didn’t think I should be coaching the JV soccer team and it seemed like there were issues every week that sucked the joy out of the experience. At the end of the year I was let go from my coaching position. Since coaching was my motivation for becoming a teacher, I suddenly felt lost and empty. My training went from running 4 days a week plus a long weekend run to running twice a week to not running at all. By the time my 100k attempt came in June, I was so under-trained that I wasn’t able to complete the course.

I applied for another position at the school and was told that I was not selected because I “tend to rub people the wrong way” and people might not be comfortable working with me. I was crushed! I considered quitting my job. I tried to fill my time with other projects. I got sloppy and almost cut my finger off with a table saw. When the school year started I was apprehensive. This was to be an exciting year. For the first and only time I would get to have my all 3 kids in the same school as I was teaching. But, I really didn’t want to be there.

Running is what keeps my serotonin levels up. It is my strongest tool against depression, but I had abandoned it. I continued to spiral down to the point that I considered taking my own life… more than once.

I finally realized that God was trying to get me to take a break. All these things were being removed from my plate because I refused to remove them. Honestly, it’s not easy for me to take a break. I sometimes feel like I’m not doing anything. I guess that’s the point. A couple of months ago, some good friends of ours asked us if we ever just have a weekend where we don’t do anything. I remember thinking “no, why would I do that?” That’s when I started thinking about it and realized that rest is what was missing.

Rest became my new project. I found three biblical reasons we should rest…

  1. God rested…
    1. Gen 2:2-3 2And on the seventh day God finished his work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all his work that he had done. 3So God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it God rested from all his work that he had done in creation.
    2. He didn’t need to rest, but He did.
      – Isaiah 40:28 Have you not known? Have you not heard?
      The Lord is the everlasting God,
      the Creator of the ends of the earth.
      He does not faint or grow weary;
      his understanding is unsearchable.
      29 He gives power to the faint,
      and to him who has no might he increases strength.
    3. Our God of infinite power and wisdom took a rest after His labor and made that a principle and a commandment to us all.
  2. God commands us to rest…
    1. Exodus 20: 8″Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. 9Six days you shall labor, and do all your work, 10but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the Lord your God. On it you shall not do any work, you, or your son, or your daughter, your male servant, or your female servant, or your livestock, or the sojourner who is within your gates. 11For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested on the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy.
    2. Leviticus 19:30   “Observe my Sabbaths and have reverence for my sanctuary. I am the Lord.”
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    3. Sabbatical – Sabbath – both from the root word for 7… The entire Law of the Sabbath includes:
      1. Rest 1 day every 7 days
      2. Rest 1 week every 7 weeks
      3. Rest 1 year every 7 years – this is a farming principle applied today. If the soil is constantly worked without getting a chance to rest, it will not produce a strong, healthy crop… and neither do we.
  3. Jesus offers us rest…
    1. Mark 2:27 “Then he said to them, “The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath.”
    2. Matthew 11: 28 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
    3. “Now we who have believed enter that rest, just as God has said…”
      Hebrews 4:3

Rest is good for our spirit, our mind, and our body. So, here are three things we can do to rest effectively in the way that God wants us to and that He offers to us…

  1. Believe Him! Many people claim to “believe in” Jesus, but do we BELIEVE what He tells us? He loves you. He cares for you. He has a hope for you. He is concerned about you and your circumstances. You can show you believe and trust Him by:
    1. Spending time with Him. A little every day…. 1 day every 7 days, 1 week every 7 weeks, 1 year every 7 years. It doesn’t always mean you have to stop doing what needs to be done. Ask Him to give you rest in your busy-ness.
    2. Do something that strengthens and encourages your soul. For me, I need to get back to running… without letting it over-run me.
    3. If you can’t take time off of work, dedicate a week at work to Him and ask Him do guide you in your work that week. I’ll let you know when I figure out a way to take a year off every 7 years, but I think it has to do with dedicating our efforts to Him and asking Him for rest in Him while we work.
  2. Get real rest.
    1. Take a nap. Take a vacation. Spend a weekend away… or at home doing something that feeds your soul.
    2. Leave work at the office.
    3. Spend time with your spouse, your kids, friends that encourage and fill your soul.
    4. Spend time alone. Don’t neglect the time you spend on your own, shutting out the noise of the world, meditating, praying, thinking, planning.
  3. SELAH – I used to think it was an untranslatable word sprinkled through the Psalms but then I learned it is actually an instruction to the worshiper to stop… and listen. Maybe “one word” isn’t a bad idea after all. I think my one word this year is SELAH.

Most importantly, you are not alone. If you are struggling with depression and having thoughts of self harm, call a trusted friend, talk to your doctor, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.

You can help by supporting ToWriteLoveOnHerArms directly or by attending/supporting Storytellers events around Sacramento.

Truth be told, rest means something different for everyone. Talk to God about what His rest means to you. Take a break. And then get back to work! God has great things for us to do this year and He needs us rested and ready.

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