Category: Loneliness

The Lord is Close to the Brokenhearted (Psalm 34:18)

I blinked vacantly at my feet. My breathing was finally back to its usual predictable in-and-out rhythm. Wiping my wet eyes with the heels of my hands, I wondered if I’d be able to face walking back into church — the sermon had probably begun by now and I didn’t want people to see I’d …

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When Christmas Makes You Sad

Christmas is something I really look forward to these days! But it wasn’t always that way. For many years I felt a sense of dread and despair whenever I even thought about family occasions like Christmas Day. If Christmas is a joyful time for you, that’s wonderful! I’m sharing the poem, below, to give you …

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How to Deal with Judgy Advice (Fruitful #5)

When you're already feeling painfully low and grief-stricken, people's "helpful" comments can feel like a slap in the face, can't they Even well-meaning advice can hurt. I remember a long conversation with a friend called Rob*, in the early days of my illness

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Church #2 – When Jesus was Abandoned

Refocusing on Jesus always seems to ground me when frustrations about church crop up, or when relationships with fellow Christians become strained. In this post, I'm focusing on Jesus' experiences of grief and abandonment.

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When You Feel Abandoned at Church (Church #1)

How do we navigate church relationships with people who don’t seem to get us? Focusing on scenes from the Gospels, this series looks at how much Jesus, the man of sorrows, really does get what we’re going through. If you dearly love God but you struggle with church, this series is for you.

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Fruitful #4: What does God think of you?

In Fruitful #3 we asked, Is our view of love distinct?. Today we’re looking at God’s love and asking: Are we building our identity on what God thinks of us? A free printable Bible study is included at the end, to help you put into practice today’s ideas. I pray that Fruitful #4 will bear …

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“Drowning” poem – Jesus, our Rock (Matt 7:24-25)

The story behind this poem I wrote this poem during a period of intense grief and loneliness, in my mid-twenties. You know the type of crying you do when you’re completely dejected? Curled up in the foetal position on your bed, with the covers pulled up over your head, just trying to get some relief …

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