Many say the turn of the new year is just an arbitrary date that doesn’t actually mean anything. This is true. However, it is healthy to regularly restock and release, in order to move forward. January is a convenient time to do so, as its association with “New Year Resolutions” helps us remember to take the time to reflect.
Another point to note is that this month marks my blog’s 1 year anniversary! Posting once a month doesn’t sound like much, but life can get busy and I was nervous about committing myself. And, man, did last year hit me hard. And yet I haven’t missed a post! Except for April. But we don’t talk about April 2016. It doesn’t count as a real month.
A Look Inside The Green Bag: Mental Health
In my little blog logo, the green bag holding a bunny represents mental health and family. A year ago, this blog started with my mum heading into hospital for TMS treatment. I worried I would struggle, as mum and I are very close, but it ended up a pretty smooth experience. This was a turning point, and a relief. I no longer had to dread her trips as much.
The God of Exodus is a forgiving God. This may startle many; I mean, I’m only up to the second book and the key take-away from it is God’s forgiveness? Doesn’t that become important later, when Jesus shows up?
Forgiveness is central to God’s grace through Jesus, but it has been a foundation of His personality from the beginning.
You’re probably familiar with the first half of Exodus, when God used Moses to rescue Israel from Egyptian slavery. You’ve likely heard the story of Moses bringing the Ten Commandments down from Mount Sinai, and then the whole deal with the golden calf. So where does forgiving fit into all this?
God Redeems A Faithless Israel
When Moses first talked to Pharaoh, things became worse for Israel. Understandably, they were upset and rejected Moses, whom God sent.
So Moses spoke thus to the children of Israel; but they did not heed Moses, because of anguish of spirit and cruel bondage. — Exodus 6:9
So God waited around for them to show a little faith, right? Nope. For some reason Christians often believe that we must have faith in God for Him to rescue us. And while He appreciates it, and it makes the process easier for us, isn’t not a necessity.
Anyone who’s seriously looked into English grammar, even just a little bit, knows it’s a bizarre creature. And the more you study it, the less confident you feel about using it correctly. Or maybe there’s a magical point where it all makes sense, which I just haven’t reached yet.
Today I’m going to share three grammar rules and scenarios that surprised me when I first learnt them, and always keep me on my toes. Well, there are certainly a lot more than three that do this, but we’ll keep it nice and simple for this post!
I’ve been thinking about trust lately. 2016 has been a hectic year where several things and people I trusted to remain consistent changed. And like many, change does not come easily to me.
Trust doesn’t come easily to me. And yet, I do it like breathing. But I’m talking about two different types of trust here. Wait, there’s more than one? Well, maybe I just have an overcomplicated way of viewing the world. I wouldn’t be surprised. But, you be the judge.
What is it anyway?
Is trust some mushy, lovely heart-warming concept? Sure, we use the word to have that meaning. And this is the meaning I struggle to enact in my life. Actually let me guard down and trust someone else? Whoa, tried that before.
Okay, actually that’s usually gone alright. But I’ve let my guard down by accident a few times and had people come in and made a big mess. And since I wasn’t bracing myself for the rejection, it cut deep. And now when I want to choose to let my guard down, it rubs against the scars.
But trust also means faith in the reality we understand and choose to believe. With me still? Though a bit complicated at first glance, this is the one I find easy.
Genesis is a long book, full of stories, people, trials and triumphs. I’ll be skipping over a lot, so I encourage you to read through it yourself.
The purpose of “The God of” Challenge is to find more facets of His being and personality. Reading through Genesis, I noticed this about God: He is committed.
By committed, I mean He’s in it for the long run — whatever it takes to save humankind. And how do I know this? Read on!
One rule. Just one little rule. Don’t eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. The first humans, Adam and Eve, were going great until the snake suggested the fruit would make them like God. Their desire to be god was a great betrayal, implying that the true God wasn’t doing a good enough job.
Despite being wronged so, as God casts them out He gives a promise. While on that day the snake succeeded, a human would take the ultimate victory. From the very start, God had his eyes facing forward, into the future.
There are three things I hate in stories: zombies, excessive swearing and post-apocalyptic dystopia setting. Mark Lawrence, author of The Broken Empire trilogy and The Red Queen’s War trilogy, has all three. And I can’t get enough of his work.
I’m a little embarrassed to say that I missed the release of Mark Lawrence’s latest book The Wheel of Osheim, finale of The Red Queen’s War. It’s been a busy few months. Actually, busy year. And so despite being ready to jump up and buy it as soon as I could, I missed the release date.
Something about my self-esteem defies expectations. I have great self-esteem. Always have. Despite being raised by a mother modelling poor self-esteem, despite being bullied in primary school, having anxiety, witnessing a mum have an unexpected break-down, despite my minor abandonment issues, despite growing up as a teenager and young adult in this narcissistic 21st century western world. Despite this whole life of mine, my self-esteem has been solid.
I feel it’s taboo for high self-esteem people to self-profess. It’s seen as arrogant, self-absorbed. Which isn’t true. High self-esteem doesn’t equal believing that you’re perfect and amazing at everything. It means you feel comfortable that you can do some things, and can’t do other things. It means failing a task doesn’t define you; not living up to a certain standard does not make you a bad, lazy or untalented person.
The Hidden Struggle
I’m sure having high self-esteem saves me buckets of energy fretting and worrying, although I overthink pretty much everything else. But in this world, high self-esteem has an unexpected struggle. It can be really lonely. Most of the time it feels like I’m living as the odd-one-out in a world of people struggling with low self-esteem. And while feeling rejected and isolated doesn’t make me think I’m a bad person, it still hurts.
Last year, I set myself a challenge. I wanted to read the bible. The whole bible, from start to finish to make sure I didn’t miss anything. After years of being a Christian, attending Sunday school, attending church, going to a Christian high school, I’m pretty familiar with bits the bible. But I haven’t read it all.
Last year, life was going pretty great. Sure, I mean, it wasn’t perfect. Second semester last year was probably my most hated university semester of them all. And yet, I got through it. I was looking forward at my last study year left before I head out into the big wide world. And for the first time, that thought didn’t scare me.
I was approaching 2016 with enthusiasm. I planned to join a new Christian group at uni, and actually socialise a bit more and meet new people. I signed up to be a leader at a local Girls’ Brigade, despite being nervous about working with children. And I started this blog, planning to post once-a-month or so, at least to begin with.
Near the end of last year I had an appointment with my psychologist, and I was feeling great. My anxiety was under my control, I was looking forward to pushing myself in new directions. She was just about to go on maternal leave and I thought, what better timing? She left me with the name of a substitute psychologist, which I dutifully noted while confident in my chances of not needing it.
Memoirs, one of the latest literary booms. Once they, and autobiographies, were the realm of celebrities. But now comes the era of the every-day memoir. Because even the most ordinary person can have the most extraordinary life. And because the most ordinary experiences can be the most powerful.
Plus, this is the “me” century. We’re all used to being celebrities of our own lives thanks to social media.
Last year in my memoir subject, the teacher noted the difficulty of not offending or upsetting anyone when writing about your life from your own bias. I thought, sure, I could see that. But I’ve never really offended anyone, and no one’s really ever offended me enough to deserve literary revenge.
The few people I have actually disliked (either for a period of time, or the entire time I knew them) I can actually understand, or at least hypothesise, where they were coming from. One of the perks of being a writer, and my personality. So I don’t think I’d portray them in too harsh a light.