The way out for the hardest of souls who have been hurt and robbed of love.
A young warm heart becomes an angry soul with a broken spirit crying for mercy and justice. Trapped from within fear becomes a paralysing terror that knows no inner peace. Without a voice the numbness of the void beckons to seek relief from inner turmoil and despair.
Denial leads into a place where there’s no pain, no feeling and no remorse. A dark and lifeless existence where hope feels unrealistic and prayers seem unanswered is accepted as fate. Until a small breach in the wall allows a little light to penetrate into the darkness. Love, and truth are soaked in like water sucked into drought stricken land. A continuous flow of water becomes a life saving bubbling brook feeding life into the soul.
“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.” 1 John
Love and inclusion can give life back to those with a mental illness. Love can be quite a challenge when we have a really hardened heart before us. Will they recognise love in you?
For those struggling with pain seek help, recover and regain your strength.
Where to get help in Australia
See your family doctor who can point you in the right direction.
Lifeline – is a free 24/7 crisis counselling hotline – 13 11 14
Mensline – is a free 24/7 counselling service for men – 1300 78 99 78
Kids Helpline – is a free 24/7 counselling services for kids & teens – 1800 55 1800
It’s the simple things in life that give me true lasting joy. Like making eggs on toast and watching my daughter enjoy them warms my heart. As I model behaviour of servant-hood out of love to her I know she will eventually take it on board and my job is done.
I’m not materialistic and never having been that way. The simplest things make me happy. When my husband gives me flowers for instance, the gesture and the show of love and affection he has for me far outweighs the beauty of those flowers.
Somewhere along the line my daughter who is almost a teenager has grown up and is showing less affection for me. I understand that they grow towards becoming independent and it doesn’t mean she loves me less. But there’s that longing for her to throw her arms around me like she once use to.
Last night as we lay together on my bed watching a movie on Netflix, I turned towards her for the first time I saw her grown up. She’s no longer my baby. As much as women refer to their kids as being their babies, the realisation that she’s closer towards adulthood than I realised gave me a higher sense of respect for her space, for her development stages and phases that she is going through now and will be going through in the future.
Thinking back on when I was growing up, around about the same age my mother asked me to sit on her lap like when I was little. It felt so ridiculous but I complied to make her happy. My daughter is who she is and I’m happy to let her be.
But I’m glad to have the privilege to have her to learn from, grow as a person and be her mother. Like the old saying goes, “from the womb to the tomb!”
Now I thank God for my mum and the examples I had from her that give me understanding today.
Matthew 6:22 “The eye is the lamp of the body. If your vision is clear, your whole body will be full of light.… ”