Gotta Love That Nutella!

                 You may be wondering why there’s a picture of an umbrella here right now. It’s cute and pink, duh! I’ll get to it in a little bit.                Every day in the partial hospitalization program, in our first psycho-educational group, we’d take the daily reading from Melody Beattie’s book, The Language of Letting Go, and we’d discuss it together. Everyone shared at least one thought on the reading… people like me tended to share more, ha, I used some self-control, and listening to others insights is beneficial to help you grow as well. But, for some reason, I really enjoyed this part of the group.                When we discussed this short passage on timing, however, not everyone agreed that timing is perfect.       ...

                         He heals the brokenhearted                               And binds up their wounds.    Psalm 147:3           The hospital is a very special place to the Father’s heart, especially the psych ward. It’s a place for the weary and wounded, the brokenhearted. It’s a place where emotions run high, and one never knows who’s truly calm and who’s ready to explode. I met all sorts of people there, some that were bi-polar like me, some that were suicidal, some that had been through sexual trauma, and some there for mysterious reasons I didn’t have time to fully investigate.         I would have stayed friends with some of the ...

            Sometimes different things were left in the hospital room for me to stumble upon. One night in my room I came in to find this poem on my bed. As I read, I was drawn into the journey myself, but at the end, God surprised me. I knew who it was, the only life I could save. Derek Webb.           I’ve reflected on this poem more and realize the conclusion you’re supposed to come to is yourself. But for me, the only person I think I could save is Derek Webb.           I just posted one of my favorite songs he wrote, a LONG time ago. Derek has written some very theologically rich music in the past. However, I don’t know the timeline or progression of things, but over the past 5 years maybe, things have unwound. He went through a deconstruction of his faith, and after that process, it died.         ...