Postpartum Depression: 5 Things to Save a Life

“I am a mom of three. I am someone who is happy, full of life, spontaneous and loves making memories. I love to make people laugh even though it’s usually at my expense. I like this person. I miss this person. You see, recently I have been infected with postpartum depression and this person I once was has been hard to find. Often times I refer to postpartum depression as feeling trapped inside my own body. Every day it takes work, hard work, to live life as my mind feels tortured with obsessive fearful thoughts. Postpartum depression is not a matter of will but a chemical imbalance that needs to be taken seriously…” Read the full post here

Originally Posted from Her View From Home

Postpartum Anxiety & Depression: How to be a Good Friend

“My friends, this is something very real that is often overlooked or made light of because let’s face it, we tend to think if we have enough will power we can just “will” our way out of this. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but there is no amount of positive thinking that can fix this disease. We aren’t talking about a bad day or bad week, this is a mental illness and women who suffer from postpartum anxiety or depression are, every day, waking up to fight a battle of the mind. My last piece was for you, the woman silently suffering through this disease. Today, this piece is for you, the friend of the woman suffering from postpartum anxiety or depression. Below are three ways you can be a good friend and love your friend well during this time of suffering she is experiencing. Don’t underestimate these three action steps because you just may help save her life…” Read the full post here

 

Originally Posted from Her View From Home 

Stop the Name Calling: from Shame to Beloved

Stop the Name Calling: from Shame to Beloved

Sister, you’ve made choices in your life you thought you’d never make. The enemy wants to whisper sweep lullabies of shame over you. You wake up each morning clothing yourself in this shame because, after all, isn’t it what you deserve? You live, move, and breathe shame. None need to force you to wear the scarlet letter because you’ve taken initiative to put it on yourself. This is it, this is the place you will die … the place of shame. Yet, the more you read and know Jesus, the more he keeps being everything you never thought and nothing what you thought you once knew. His word keeps calling you out of shame and into his freedom but you don’t know how, you don’t know what that means (Romans 8).

You see, Satan wants your life yet God wants to give you life (John 10:10). Satan calls you Shame and God calls you Beloved. Abortion, adultery, divorce, broken relationships, destroyed testimony … Sister, Satan calls you by your sin but God calls you by your name. You are fully known by your creator and, if you are His, no longer is your name Shame but Beloved.

Aren’t you tired of letting the enemy rule your life and steal your testimony? Aren’t you tired of being tired and beat down by your sin? Woman of God, you are a daughter of the King and this is your heritage, so with some audacity and power of God, call Satan’s bluff. Enough is enough. He has picked on you for far too long. You have a testimony to tell and it’s time to throw that noose of shame off your neck, move freely in the Spirit and tell about God’s goodness in your life until he calls you home or he returns. This is the year of the Lord’s favor! As you read Isaiah 61, claim it over your life, you kids life, your family’s life, and let His words pour over you and breathe life into your dead bones as only His word can.

Love you, Maria

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Isaiah 61 : The Year of the Lord’s Favor

 The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,

    because the Lord has anointed me

    to proclaim good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,

    to proclaim freedom for the captives

    and release from darkness for the prisoners,[a]

to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor

    and the day of vengeance of our God,

to comfort all who mourn,

    and provide for those who grieve in Zion—

to bestow on them a crown of beauty

    instead of ashes,

the oil of joy

    instead of mourning,

and a garment of praise

    instead of a spirit of despair.

They will be called oaks of righteousness,

    a planting of the Lord

    for the display of his splendor.

 

They will rebuild the ancient ruins

    and restore the places long devastated;

they will renew the ruined cities

    that have been devastated for generations.

Strangers will shepherd your flocks;

    foreigners will work your fields and vineyards.

 

And you will be called priests of the Lord,

    you will be named ministers of our God.

You will feed on the wealth of nations,

    and in their riches you will boast.

Instead of your shame

    you will receive a double portion,

and instead of disgrace

    you will rejoice in your inheritance.

And so you will inherit a double portion in your land,

    and everlasting joy will be yours.

“For I, the Lord, love justice;

    I hate robbery and wrongdoing.

In my faithfulness I will reward my people

    and make an everlasting covenant with them.

Their descendants will be known among the nations

    and their offspring among the peoples.

All who see them will acknowledge

    that they are a people the Lord has blessed.”

 

I delight greatly in the Lord;

    my soul rejoices in my God.

For he has clothed me with garments of salvation

    and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness,

as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest,

    and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.

 

For as the soil makes the sprout come up

    and a garden causes seeds to grow,

so the Sovereign Lord will make righteousness

    and praise spring up before all nations.

Name Calling: a wrestle with the devil

Name Calling: a wrestle with the devil
I understand not everyone has a story that has led them down a path of destruction, and I’m thankful for those people! I, however, am not that person. My life was a true definition of “mess”. The effects of this bondage left sever damage. I mean, after all, the enemy is out to kill, steal, and destroy (John 10:10) and I tasted just how real that was. This is an excerpt taken from Beth Moore’s book, When Godly People do Ungodly Things, and is a glimpse into what it’s like to be “had” by the devil.
These writing are meant to be filtered through scripture not a replacement of scripture. God’s word is true and the source of all truth.

 

My name is Had. You may know me, but you may not know my new name. You may have no idea what I’ve been through because I do my best to look the same. I am scared to death of you. I used to be just like you. I once held my head up high without propping it on my hymnal. 

I was well respected back then, and I even respected myself. I was wholeheartedly devoted to God, and if the truth be known, somewhere deep inside I was sometimes the slightest bit proud of my devotion. Then I’d repent … because I knew that was wrong. I didn’t want to be wrong. Not ever. 

People looked up to me. And life looked good from up there. I felt good about who I was. That was before I was Had. Strangely, I no longer remember my old name. I just remember I liked it. I liked who I was. I wish I could go back. I wish I’d just wake up. But I fear I’m wide awake. I have had a nightmare. And the nightmare was me. Had. 

If I could really talk to you and you could really listen, I’d tell you I have no idea how all this happened. Honestly, I was just like you. I didn’t plan to be Had. I didn’t want to be Had. One day I hadn’t, then the next day I had. 

Oh, I know now where I went wrong. I have rewound the nightmare a though sand times, stopping it right at the point where I departed the trail of good sense. The way ahead didn’t look wrong. It just looked different. Strange, he didn’t look like the devil in the original scene. But every time I replayed it, he dropped another piece of his masquerade. When he finally took off his mask, he was laughing at me. Nothing seems funny anymore. I will never laugh again as long as he is laughing. 

If only I could go back. I would see it this time! I would walk around the trap camouflaged by the brush, and I would not be Had. I would be Proud. Was that my old name? Proud? I can’t even remember who I was anymore. I thought I was Good. Not Proud. But I don’t know anymore. 

Would you believe I never heard the trap shut? Too many voices were shouting in my head. I just knew I got stuck somewhere unfamiliar, and soon I didn’t like the scenery anymore. I wanted to go home. My ankle didn’t even hurt at first. Not until the infection set in. Then I thought I would die…

The infection is gone. He (God) put something on it and cleaned it up instantly. As he inspected my shattered ankle, I kept waiting for Him to say, “You deserved this, you know. You’ve been Had.” Because I did and I know and I have. He hasn’t said it yet. I don’t know whether He will or not. I don’t know how much to trust Him yet. I’ve never know Him from this side. My leg still hurts. God says it will heal with time. But I fear I will always walk with a limp. 

You see, I wrestled with the devil and he gave me a new name. Had. 

*This is not the ending of this story, or yours.

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Have you ever been in such a bondage of sin that you didn’t even remember how to find enjoyment out of things that are good?

Have you ever been in such a bondage of sin that you didn’t even remember how to find enjoyment out of things that are good?

Have you ever been in such a bondage of sin that you didn’t even remember how to find enjoyment out of things that are good?

I’m sharing with you some scribblings I wrote back in 2010. This was the year I truly surrendered my life to the Lord. In my surrendering, I was scared and doubtful because I fed too long on things that nearly destroyed my soul. It was in this surrendering that this list (pictured below) was birthed.  I made a list of “holy hobbies” (go ahead, laugh … my mom did) to remind myself of things I once enjoyed and trained myself to enjoy them again. These are things that I could do that wouldn’t lure me back to the things, people, and places that had nearly destroyed my soul. I knew what “hooked” me so I stayed as far away as I could because, even as a surrendered Christian, I didn’t trust myself near those things, people, and places. You see, I now knew what the human heart was capable of and had the smarts to NEVER even peek around the corner (praise GOD!).  I was a new creation and even though I didn’t feel it, God’s word said so and I was ready to do different. So, I relearned what it meant to enjoy life without destroying my soul (read the full story here).

I’m not sharing this list with you to be cute or funny because, quite frankly, nothing about this time of my life was cute or funny. I’m sharing this list with you to show you just how deep my depravity was (so much so that I had to write out things I could enjoy without unraveling again). In addition, giving a real life picture of what “dying to self” looks like (Galatians 2:20), and that you can never be too far gone for Christ to not redeem and restore (Isaiah 61).

Girlfriend, it may be the silliest, childish thing you’ve ever done (like writing out a list of “holy hobbies”) but if it keeps you from a pit of sin, separated from God, and living in a life of shame, you go for it because the old has gone and the new has come (2 Corinthians 5:17) and if you are His, you are free indeed (John 8:36)!

 

 

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Great Follow-Up Posts:

Redemption of a Good Girl Gone Bad

An Addicts Confession