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NOW, I'm a fan of NASCAR

6/23/2020

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I wasn't a NASCAR fan, but I grew up around it and still am surrounded by it when visiting family.  It runs in the background on Sunday afternoons, like it always has, while we talk and eat lunch together and my aunt intermittently naps in her recliner.  She’ll tell you that the sound of the cars zooming around the track is the perfect background noise for sleeping... I could agree with her there.  I took lots of naps during the NASCAR races.  

I just wasn't into racing as a kid.  Football was what I enjoyed watching!  I loved the constant action.  I couldn't see the point of watching cars go around and around while waiting for something "exciting" to happen (aka a crash).  Isn't it a little sadistic hoping for a wreck??  Ah well, to each their own.  Regardless of whether or not I was a fan, NASCAR was a part of my life growing up.

My dad and I have some pretty funny NASCAR memories from my teenage years.  Every Sunday he’d put the race on the TV and go out in the garage to work on his cars leaving the TV unattended.  I’d see it on with nobody around and either turn it off, or change the channel to watch something that I wanted to watch.  After a few minutes, I’d get bored, turn off the TV and go to my room.  He’d be working in the garage and all of a sudden come bursting through the back door and run to the TV to yell, “Who turned the TV off?!?”  I was just a teenager who didn't want to get in trouble so I would pretend I didn't hear him holler from my room upstairs.

I never understood my dad's race watching strategy until literally a couple years ago when it came up in conversation.  Apparently, while he was working in the garage, he was also listening to the race on the radio.  When he'd hear that there was a wreck on the radio, he'd run back inside to see the crash on replay (there was no DVR at this point in time) to someone had turned the TV off!  He'd frantically look for the remote (that I had inevitably put in a weird location) only to turn on the TV and find it wasn't even on the right channel.  In my defense, I never knew that this was what was going on.  I just thought he wasn't interested in the race because he would leave the TV on in an empty room. This happened MANY times over the years and we had a real good laugh about it when we both finally figured out what was going on almost two decades later! :) 

There have been a lot of good times spent with my family watching NASCAR, and some fun memories. However, there is one memory that I have never been able to shake and that made me determined not to become a fan...

On November 20 of 2011, Michelle Obama was asked to deliver the quintessential line, "Gentlemen, start your engines."  She and Jill Biden took the opportunity to also promote the Joining Forces Initiative that connects military veterans with jobs.  She  and Jill Biden stood in front of that crowd alongside Sgt. Andrew Barry (a military sniper who was wounded in Iraq and Afghanistan), his wife and four children.  Let me also add that Sgt. Barry is white, his wife is black and his children are mixed.  When they all reached the podium, NASCAR spectators BOOED Michelle Obama.

I still get angry when I recall this.  It was horrible enough that they booed her, but what about that family and those kids who were probably scared out of their wits to be standing in front of a huge crowd of angry adults.  What was going through their minds?  I wonder what their memory of the event is.  
I distinctly remember the shame and embarrassment I felt as a white Southerner seeing that happen; because I knew WHY it was happening.  It was appalling and despicable, and what interest I had in the sport leading up to that moment immediately evaporated.

I bet some of you are getting your hackles up because you feel like I’m calling you a racist.  Let’s be clear, I’m not saying that you are a racist or that all NASCAR fans are racist.  But can you honestly deny that red-neck racism runs deep in NASCAR culture?  

It is estimated that 90% of NASCAR fans are white.  Why is that?  If you've been to a race, can you tell me in complete honesty that a black or Hispanic person would feel comfortable and safe there?  If you answer, no, then why do you think that is?  Among many other things, do you think that, maybe, just maybe, the Confederate flag might have a little something to do with it?  

White southerners cling to the Confederate flag and the Confederate statues as a part of their "heritage."  Heritage is defined as "something that has been passed down from generation to generation: a tradition."  So, I have to ask, what "tradition" is the Confederate flag representing?  What part of history are you so desperately clinging to?  Do you want to go back to a confederacy?  If so, how can you justify flying a UNITED States flag alongside a flag that is a sign of dissent?  Are you clinging onto the good old days of the Old South?  If you are, it is impossible to separate the Old South from the oppression of blacks and that flag is inherently a racist symbol.

The South's entire economy was built on the backs of slaves.  The more slaves you owned, the richer and more powerful you were.  This is an indisputable fact.  The Old South/Confederacy represents a time when white males (female oppression is another issue altogether) were considered genetically superior to all other races and were given free reign to rule with an iron fist.  Is that what you are clinging to?  Is that what you represent?  Because that is what the flag says to me, a white Southerner.  And it sure as heck is the message it sends to blacks no matter how you try to spin it.  The Confederate flag reminds us all of a time that whites should be ashamed of and blacks are saddened and infuriated by.  It is a part of history and it is important that we not forget our history lest we repeat our mistakes; but it should not be a part of our "heritage" anymore. 

The fervor with which many Southerners cling to their Confederate flags and large base of NASCAR fans they comprise if why I was stunned, absolutely stunned, on June 10th when NASCAR announced it is banning the Confederate flag.  I was beyond excited, but in shock.  I never would have predicted NASCAR to take this stand.  And if that wasn't enough, they let Bubba Wallace paint BLACK LIVES MATTER on his car!  What the what!  It filled me with so much hope.  The protests are working, this is visible progress!

And then, and THEN, a noose appeared in Bubba Wallace's garage before the race.  A noose!  Are you freakin' kidding me!  It doesn't get anymore despicable.  I seethe with anger again.  Everytime there is progress for equality, racism rears its ugly head! 

And then, this happens...

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Click on the picture to view video of NASCAR showing support for Bubba Wallace.
Instead of simply announcing disapproval of the heinous act and moving on with the race, in a sign of solidarity and support NASCAR comes alongside their sole black driver.  As the racers and crews march behind Bubba Wallace, it is a reminder that the protests against racism and for equality are effecting change.  It is a statement that "it is always the right time to do what is right."  It renews my hope and, for the first time, I feel pride in the fact that I come from a family of NASCAR fans.  My family has tried to convince me to like NASCAR for years, but NASCAR itself might have finally won me over.  

"Therefore since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up.  And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us."  -Hebrew 12:1

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Michelle Obama with one of Sgt. Andrew Barry's children at the Ford 400 Sprint Cup in 2011.
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It's My Flag Too

6/12/2020

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"All Lives Matter" rebuttals have coalesced in response to the "Black Lives Matter" protests erupting across the globe.  Yesterday, I saw a horrific video of a few white individuals re-enacting George Floyd's death while proclaiming that "Black lives matter to no one."  Behind them was an all too familiar sight: an American flag proudly brandished alongside an Trump sign of equal size... And there it is... 

The American flag = Trump. 
Trump is America. 
Trump is the answer. 
Trump is America's hero. 
Trump is America's only hope.

He has brainwashed a majority of us into believing this.  The rest of us, he has shamed into feeling like we cannot fly an American flag or else we are supporting him.  If things don't change, the sight of the American flag is going to be as inflammatory as the Confederate flag. 

Red, White and Blue: white signifying purity and innocence, red, hardiness and valor, and blue,   signifying vigilance, perseverance and justice.  The flag flying is a beautiful sight.  It represents the American spirit of independence, justice, and equality.  Seeing a flag at half mast immediately provokes me to feel solidarity and pray.  Seeing the flag flying, for me, used to evoke images of soldiers fighting for freedom and democracy in the world.  When I see the flag displayed outside my neighbors' house (it has been there long before Trump), I know it is because he is a retired colonel who is proclaiming pride in the fact that he once served our country by putting his life on the line.  But, if I didn't know them, I would just assume that they were staunch Trump supporters passively-aggressively yelling at me to become more American.

My youngest attends a very diverse school: Hispanic (37%), White (34.3%), and African American (20.5%).  The thought has crossed my mind many times in the past couple of years that, as a white person, I would never wear anything with the American flag on it to pick up my daughter from school.  If I did, I am afraid that the Hispanic and Black parents in the pick up area would assume that I supported Trump and, ipso facto, that I did not care for or support them or their children.  Every time this thought crosses my mind, I am overwhelmed with fury!

I am so tired of being made to feel like I am un-American if I don't support Trump.  In reality, he is about as un-American as they come.  I thought this was supposed to be a land of opportunity and equality, of freedom of speech and religion, of acceptance no matter your race or creed.  He has claimed America as his and declares those who do not adhere to his doctrine as "enemies" and "terrorists."  I am am so tired of it.   

This angst within me has been so bottled up that I've been protesting from within the confines of our house.  My dominate decorating colors are red, white, and blue.  If you visited me and saw my red and blue decor and red and blue plaid tablecloth (and didn't know me well) you would make assumptions about my political viewpoints - most of which would be incorrect.  However, I have not been brave enough to fly the flag outside our house because I don't want to be viewed as standing in solidarity with Trump.

This has bothered me for quite some time and this morning I thought of a way to be able to fly the American flag while still communicating that I do not support Trump.  I plan to purchase a Black Lives Matter Flag and American Flag and to fly them together.  

I really don't want to lose our American flag, but if we don't change the political rhetoric associated with it, you will see calls to have it redesigned and people will begin fighting all over again.  

I am suggesting that those of you, like me, who want to reclaim the American flag for all of America take a peaceful stand and start changing the imagery associated with it.

It will take a few weeks for me to receive a Black Lives Matters flag and get it flying alongside the American flag, but I will let you know how it goes.  I'm a little scared of the backlash, but enough is enough.  To quote one of the peaceful protesters, Gini Gerbasi, who was gassed for Trump's Bible propaganda shot, "I am now a force to be reckoned with."  

I hope those of you who feel the same as I do will find ways to reclaim the American flag for all of America; and if you have any suggestions for how to do this, please share in the comments. 

​In Solidarity,
Amy

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Defeating Depression: Finding My Way Through The Fog

2/8/2014

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"I have not had a severe episode of depression in over 5 years!" This was a statement from my last post on depression. Just a couple weeks after that comment, I thought to myself, 'Yeah, famous last words.'

Almost the moment those words were typed, I was thrown into an abyss. A lot of little stresses and one really big one slammed me all at once.  I find it interesting how that happens... as soon as you begin making a positive impact, opposition arises. 

After writing my last post, the girls and I all came down with bad colds that we struggled with for over 6 weeks, the days got shorter, the weather got crummy with negative temperatures, Danny's 2 year long job search almost came to an end but he was rejected instead, and (most difficult for me) a close friendship came to an abrupt end because of a disagreement. In fact, I was so stressed over the situation, that I didn't eat for three days straight. 

We all have our baggage, and this event brought back a lot of old hurts in my life and weighed me down. I have been rejected by female friends in the past, so I was flooded with emotions from the present as well as those from associated memories. The heartbreak I experienced recently felt similar to when my friend (who was supposed to be the maid of honor in my wedding) told me that she didn't agree with me marrying my husband and couldn't be my friend anymore. 

I was lost, hurt, condemned, and confused. A thick fog fell on my life. I felt like I was living life in a dream. Day in and day out, it was as if I was viewing my existence from a distance. Almost as though my own experiences were someone else's and I was watching a movie of their life. I tried SO hard to snap out of it and bring myself back to the present. But, this time, I couldn't climb out of the pit on my own. I felt disconnected from my kids and my husband and I couldn't go on living like this. If nothing else, I owed it to them to do what I could to be the best mother and wife possible. So after almost two months of being in a fog, I took a big step in the right direction and visited my doctor. She agreed that, once again, I was dealing with severe depression and prescribed an anti-depressant for me. 

To tell you the truth, I'm a little scared of drugs. I had a friend whose personality was completely altered when he was put on anti-depressants after witnessing a murder. A normally sweet, calm guy, he told me about how he upended all the furniture in his room and broke the TV while screaming obscenities at his family members. I also worked with a woman who was on medication for postpartum depression. One day, she randomly packed up her kid in the car and started driving. She kept driving and driving until she snapped out of the mental fog she was in 2 hours later. When she finally came to, she was frightened and hysterical. She had to call her husband so that he could navigate her back home because she had no idea where she was. 

I know of other examples in my personal life (and I bet you can think of some too) where the wrong medication or the wrong dose has caused terrible side-effects in people. I don't want to scare you away from taking medication, but I also don't want anyone to take medication lightly. I think we trust medications too much at times. We trust our doctors and we trust science (as we should), but we must also keep in mind that every human body is unique and the same medication is not going to work the same on everyone. 

With all this in mind, and knowing that I am notoriously a "light-weight," I took two measures to make sure the transition to this medication would go smoothly:
  1. I told my doctor to give me the lowest possible dose and we would go from there. I actually ended up cutting the lowest dose in half and worked up to the full dose over a week's time span. If you aren't a "light-weight" like me, then I wouldn't encourage doing this. Having too low a dose can throw you off balance as well. 
  2. I made sure that there was always someone around keeping an eye on me during the first week I was on the medication (and I do highly encourage this for everyone).  Conveniently for me, we were going on an extended holiday vacation so I had lots of loved ones to monitor me. I was open with my family about the fact I was starting an anti-depressant and asked them to let me know if I began acting strange. Thankfully, my side-effects were very mild (some dry mouth and drowsiness) and only lasted a little over a week. After the first week, I knew that the medication was going to work great. After two months in a fog, I finally found relief and was able to focus on my family again. 

So where am I today? MUCH better. However, medication is not the cure all. I still have to strive to incorporate the habits that I shared with you in my previous post. In particular, I really need to start adding exercise in my daily routine. I've lost a lot of weight and regained some energy from lifestyle changes in my diet. But my attitude towards exercise is changing as the result of my last appointment with my doctor. She stressed over and over and over the importance of exercise in my fight against depression. She said "it REALLY does help." I'm working on changing my perspective to look at exercise the way my doctor does - like a medicine. Just as I take a pill everyday, I need to take a run or cardio class, etc. as well. It's my next big step towards physical and mental wellness and one that I am taking seriously. 

My husband and I are flirting with the idea of having a third child, but (regardless of what current research says) I refuse to risk taking a medication while pregnant. That being said, I've got a lot of work to do if I want to get off the medicine again and combat the crazy hormones of pregnancy on my own. I told Danny that I cannot even consider another pregnancy until exercise and my other coping strategies become a part of my daily routine. It's difficult to take care of myself and two kids, but with determination and God's help, I believe I will be back off the anti-depressants and feeling better than ever before the end of this year. One thing I do know, I am not quitting! I believe that an abundant life is in store for me and my family and I am striving towards that goal!

Keep up the good fight, my friends, and remember that tomorrow is a brighter day.  Your victory is just around the corner!

Amy

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Welcome to Duloc

11/24/2013

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"Welcome to Duloc, such a perfect town
Here we have some rules, let us lay them down
Don't make waves, stay in line
And we'll get along fine
Duloc is a perfect place

Keep your feet off the grass
Shine your shoes, wipe your...face
Duloc is, Duloc is
Duloc is a perfect place"


Do you remember this scene from Shrek? The little singing dolls welcoming Shrek and donkey to the perfect land of Duloc.  Shrek and Donkey's face after hearing the ridiculous song. I remember laughing my, well "...face" off the first time I heard it. I think the funniest jokes are the ones that have a ring of truth to them. And "under all those layers" of humor and laughter, there is a very good moral to the movie - a lesson that the church desperately needs. 

In Shrek, Lord Farquaad (the ruler of Duloc) has rounded up all the fairytale creatures and banished them. His reasoning is that the "fairytale trash" is "poisoning his perfect world." He lays down the rules for Duloc, the perfect place... The bottom line is that those who don't look like him, act like him, and validate his opinions are not welcome in his kingdom and are ostracized. We go through the movie and fall in love with Shrek and his misfit friends, all the while laughing at Farquaad's ignorance of his extreme short comings. We easily recognize who the good guys are as we watch Shrek. Unfortunately though, in our own lives, we are more prone to act just like Lord Farquaad. 

We look around us and see fairytale creatures who don't fit our personal definition of what is acceptable and we exclude them. Instead of seeing beings created and loved by God, all we see are ogres. Your "ogre" could be anyone. It may be a man struggling with an addiction, a homosexual, a person with an emotional or physical disability, the homeless, a college student who wears dreads and smells of patchouli,  a lady with gold teeth, an ex-convict, a co-worker whose favorite 4-letter word starts with 'F,' a woman living with her boyfriend, a cheerleader, someone with a loud or quirky personality, a person who is overweight, a biker with a long beard and tattoos... the list could go on and on. Because of stereotypes and our own cultural lens, we quickly judge people by their appearance and/or lifestyle and defenestrate them. 


This is a problem that begins on a personal level and, because the church is comprised of many individuals, it becomes a church wide issue. I think most of us have heard sermons about how the church needs to be a welcoming place - a place where everyone has free access to love and grace. We nod our heads and say "Amen," while failing to see that WE (myself included) are the problem. We tell our fellow Christians that "the church needs to...." (you fill in the blank) but forget that WE ARE THE CHURCH. If we truly want the church to be a warm and welcoming place, then WE have to share God's love on a personal level. God doesn't call us to tolerate and be friendly with people, He calls us to love sacrificially and without judgement. So what's stopping us, church?

I think that Pride is the root of most of our problems, and this issue is no exception.

I want to describe two people to you, both of whom are Christians. (For the record, these two examples do not represent any specific individuals but rather are compiled from many people I've known over the years.)

INDIVIDUAL 1
She is middle aged always wears a dress and heels and looks her best. She's been a part of the church for as long as she can remember. She rarely misses Sunday school or church and participates in a Bible study with other Christian women weekly. She watches Christian networks and rarely anything above a PG rating. Cussing and alcohol is not acceptable and rock-n-roll music is sinful. She considers herself to be a good, moral person and occasionally goes above and beyond to help others. Every year around Christmas, she serves in the soup kitchen and, whenever the opportunity arises, she puts a little extra in the offering plate for special missionary projects. She has a nice, quiet life surrounded by good Christian friends, Christian books, and Christian music.

INDIVIDUAL 2
She is a young, single mother. She tends to wear shirts that are low-cut and jeans that are form-fitting. She lives with her boyfriend who is not her child's father. She wants to move out of his place, but doesn't have anywhere else to go. She attends church whenever she is not working to earn minimum wage. She drinks occasionally and struggles with an addiction to nicotine. Hang around her in a casual setting and you are likely to hear a few swear words slip out. She has several tattoos and enjoys punk and Indy music. She frequently drives to the area of town where she can find the homeless living under the bridge and passes out food. On the Sundays that she can make it to church, she volunteers to work with the children's ministry. She loves children and volunteering so much that she sacrifices earning money she desperately needs by requesting a Sunday off from work so that she can. She is struggling to make it financially, but loves people so much that she can't stop from sharing what she does have.

Now, I ask you, which of these two individuals is more accurately demonstrating Christ's love? 

In Luke 18:9-14, Jesus compares a the prayer of a Pharisee and that of a tax collector (considered the scum of the earth by the Jews of Jesus' day). This is the parable of the pharisee and the tax collector:

"He also told this parable to some who trusted in themselves that they were righteous, and treated others with contempt: Two men went up into the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. 
The Pharisee, standing by himself, prayed thus: 'God, I thank you that I am not like other men, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week; I give tithes of all that I get.' 
But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast saying, 'God, be merciful to me, a sinner!'
I tell you, this man went down to his house justified, rather than the other.
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted."

Too often, I behave like individual 1. I get comfortable in my environment, feel good about walking the moral high-ground, and pat myself on the back for doing some good works. As a result, I've been the loud mouthed Pharisee more times than I care to admit. However, as I've grown in my Christian walk and have met more people like individual 2, I have been humbled over and over again. This person, whom I have judged for the way they dress or act is more accurately demonstrating God's love than I am. I have exalted myself with a puffed up, "I am more righteous than they attitude" and, in my pride, have missed out on building valuable relationships and getting to know the people that God loves. In the past, I've thought that I should invite people to become more like me. But as I've grown as a Christian, I realize that I have a lot to learn from the tax collectors. 

I think many of us have been too "churched." We've worn our Sunday best for so long that we've lost the authenticity of our faith. What separates the Christian faith from so many others is grace. You don't have to have it all together to have a relationship with God. It doesn't matter what your social class, race, or lifestyle is... God's grace is for everyone! But we have muddled it all up. We expect people to come to church in their best dress and with their best behavior because it's where people who have it all together go to meet. But a church like this, is not Christ's church. I get wrapped up in behavior and appearances when I should be wrapped in the Father's accepting embrace and inviting others to join in. 
 
I am so grateful that Jesus Christ is my Lord and that I am not ruled by a Lord Farquaad. God calls imperfect people to be in relationship with Him and He chooses the most unlikely characters to be a part of His story. 1 Corinthians 1:27-28 says, "God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong, and the base things of the world and the despised God has chosen." This is evident over and over again in the Bible. He called Moses (a man slow of speech and slow of tongue) to be his mouthpiece, David (a poor shepherd boy) to be a king, Matthew (a tax collector - considered scum by the Jews in Jesus' day) to be a disciple, and Paul (a pharisee among pharisees who was imprisoning and killing Christians with zeal) to become the greatest witness for Christ and write 2/3 of the New Testament. If these people were invited to be a part of God's story, is anyone excluded from his love and grace? What right have we to chose who is worthy to be a part of our lives and our church when the Bible is so clear that the invitation is open to everyone?

On most Sundays, I look at my church's leaders and feel hopeful. Our pastor preaches in jeans, a group of our elders love their motorcycles and drive them to church, and our worship leader has a tattoo, an earring and a heart for God. These are really small things that get me excited. I love that the church is moving away from an attitude of "wearing your Sunday best" and towards a "come as you are" mentality. But our church leaders can only do so much... As the church body, it is our responsibility to transform our church culture. At some point, we need to stop welcoming people to the kingdom of Duloc - a perfect place reserved for perfect people. And
we need to start inviting people to be a part of the kingdom of God - where imperfect people are loved by a perfect king.

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Defeating Depression

10/24/2013

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MY STORY
It was my junior year in college when I hit the lowest valley of depression. There wasn't a specific event that triggered it. I didn't experience any major tragedies in my life. For me, it was like a shadow that slowly grew and grew until it completely blocked out the light.

I remember one night in particular. I was tired beyond description, but unable to sleep. My breathing become slower and more labored. It felt like my body was reaching the end, the end of the path that my thoughts had tread over and over.  My physical being, like my emotional one, was at the point of giving up. I remember thinking to myself that I may go to sleep and not wake up... and that was fine with me. 

I recall driving to school in a daze and contemplating running into the guard rail at 65 miles an hour during workday traffic.  I never actually reached the point where I would have followed through with a suicide attempt. But I was plagued with thoughts of self harm more often than I care to admit... 

You would think that I would have recognized my depression in moments like this, but it never crossed my mind. The painting you see above is a self-portrait I completed during the time when I was most depressed. Looking at it now, it is so obvious what I was dealing with. But at the time, I couldn't see my depression even when it was so clear in my reflection. I thought everyone dealt with such thoughts every now and then. I believed I was normal, just a little more tired than most and thus more susceptible to feeling down.

I also distinctly remember the moment I realized that I was depressed. I was in a waiting room, waiting to have my blood sugar levels tested. My depression had grown so strong that it was manifesting in physical symptoms resembling diabetes. I was extremely fatigued all the time and frequently felt like I was going to pass out for no explicable reason... In that waiting room was large poster with a checklist much like this one (it may have even been this poster). I went through the checklist and I answered "some of the time," "most of the time," or "all the time" for every question. After adding up my score, the recommendation was that I seek help immediately. It was that moment that I started to accept the fact that I was severely depressed.


SUPPORTING A LOVED ONE WITH DEPRESSION
It's a little ironic that I was being tested for diabetes when I was actually suffering from depression. Because, in a way, the two are not so dissimilar. Depression is a life-long disease. I think everyone feels blue every now and again when things go wrong. However, the depression that stays with you in good times and bad (the type I battle), is an illness. With diabetes, there are some who can keep their blood sugar levels maintained through diet and exercise, while others have cases so severe that they require regular doses of insulin. Depression is much the same. There are those (such as myself) who can keep depression at bay with lifestyle choices. However, there are also many who can only do so with the help of medication. 

I've heard judgements projected at people who "pop a pill to solve their problems." To those who have made such judgements or have lived with them, I return again to the diabetes analogy. Severe depression is as much physiological as psychological. You wouldn't tell someone with diabetes that they don't need medication and to tough it out, would you? Yet this happens all the time with depression, anxiety, bi-polar disorder, OCD, etc. Most of the time, the people who make these judgements aren't unfeeling - they just don't understand. 

Depression is something to which you cannot truly relate unless you have experienced it yourself. So for just a minute, I'd like to share with those of you who have never suffered from depression some ways you can support those who do:

  • Study the checklist that I mentioned earlier. If you suspect someone is suffering from depression, gently ask them if they have been feeling more blue than normal. Ask them some of the questions on this list and if it seems that they have depression, suggest that they get some professional help. You don't even have to push for them to see a psychologist (I know to some that feels taboo). A family practitioner can suggest lifestyle changes and prescribe medication if necessary. 
  • Never tell a depressed person to "cheer up." I cannot tell you how irritating this is to a person struggling with depression. When I'm depressed and someone tells me to "cheer up," what I really hear is, "It's so easy. Just smile and be happy! I can do it. Why can't you? What's so hard about choosing to be happy?" And I'm thinking, "Do you really believe that I LIKE being depressed? Don't you think I would cheer up, if I could?" I end up leaving the conversation feeling more broken because I can't simply choose to be happy like others can.
  • To my Christian friends, don't tell a depressed person that they just need to "read the Bible and pray more." As you'll see in a minute, I do believe that prayer and meditating on God's word is a large part of what has helped me cope with depression. But the difference is in whether you offer it as PART of the solution, or the WHOLE solution. If you tell someone that they are depressed because they don't spend enough time praying or in the Word, then it's adding insult to injury. Depressed people struggle with a lot of guilt already. And, although you are trying to be helpful in offering a good solution, what the depressed person hears is, "It's all my fault. I'm just not spiritual enough." The result being more guilt and more feelings of inadequacy. 
  • Be positive and supportive. Encourage them to go out with you and have some fun. For a person who's depressed, being around someone who is naturally cheerful and fun is soothing. It's like a breath of fresh air after being locked in a windowless cubicle, with white walls and grey carpet for hours, days, or maybe weeks on end. It's not going to fix the problem, but a laugh or a hug can get a depressed person through some of the very worst days. Knowing that someone loves you just as you are provides an amazing beacon of hope.

COPING WITH DEPRESSION
If you are someone who suffers from depression, this next section is for you. (Just as a reminder, I am speaking purely from personal experience here. If you are suffering from depression, I would highly suggest speaking to a psychologist or your primary care physician. Depression can be a very serious condition and is not something to be trifle with.) 

I took anti-depressants for a short while before finding out I was pregnant with my oldest daughter and they helped immensely. Otherwise, I've relied solely on lifestyle choices to ward off depression. I would suggest trying lifestyle changes first and medication second if your aren't getting any relief (But again, if you find that you are severely depressed, then go straight to your doctor!). If your depression is mild and you want to try incorporating some lifestyle changes first, these are a few that have helped me:

  • Surround yourself with positive people. You have enough negative thoughts of your own to deal with, you don't need others adding to it. My husband is a naturally happy person. He is God's greatest gift on earth to me and my anchor when storms wage war on my mind and emotions. Try and find at least one friend or family member that you can count on to be there when you are struggling the most.
  • Watch your stress levels. If you feel that you are in a "funk," try to avoid situations that stress you out. If high-stress situations are unavoidable, then you need to find coping mechanisms that work for you. For example, I'm an introvert. I know that when I'm feeling over-whelmed, I need an hour to shut out the world and journal/read and calm my mind. If you are an extrovert, you may need an evening with some friends or the chance to go a concert or sporting event. Whatever it is that relaxes you, make the time to do it. Put it on your calendar, buy your tickets ahead of time. Do whatever it takes so that, if you are in a mood where you don't want to do any of the things you enjoy, you'll still  feel obligated to follow through. 
  • Diet and Exercise. Your mind, body, and spirit are all connected. If you don't take care of all three, you'll never live life to the fullest. Anyone feels sluggish if they are carrying excess weight and their only source of fuel is fat, sugar, and caffeine. If you suffer with depression, feeling physically tired and ill only compounds the mental fatigue you are fighting. Attacks of depression can make you feel like you have no control over your emotions.  One thing you do have control over, however, is how well you take care of your body. For some, just feeling better physically is enough for them to find the path to emotional healing as well.
  • Pray. When all seems lost and you don't know how you are going to make it another minute, PRAY. There have been times, especially when struggling with postpartum depression, that I had to literally get down on my knees and ask God to pull me through. I praise God that He is my comfort and my strength. Christ died so that we could have not only an eternal life, but an abundant life here on earth as well. When I remember that Christ paid the ultimate sacrifice so that I could live a full and joy filled life, I'm able to cast my burdens on Him. By turning my focus to God, I am taking the focus off of my circumstances and the battlefield taking place in my mind. When I focus on Christ, I find peace and my emotions calm. 
  • Meditate. As a believer in Christ, I turn to the Word in times of trouble. For me, the Psalms are immeasurably comforting. King David, nicknamed "the man after God's own heart," struggled with depression. You see it over and over again in the Psalms. "Why are  you cast down, o my soul?" He cries out to the Lord, "How long, O Lord, must I wait?" "When will you deliver me?" But always he ends with "my hope is in the Lord... He is my strength and my shield, my heart trusts in Him." Knowing that one of the greatest heroes of my faith had some of the same struggles that I do, reminds me that God loves me just as I am. The Psalms also remind me that my struggle with depression doesn't mean that I am incapable of living a joyful life or one that can bring glory to God. David cried from the depths of despair, but he also wrote songs of praise so powerful that we continue to sing them to the Lord today. 
  • Praise. It is very hard to be down when you are thankful. Praise may take a different form for you than it does me. For me, I sing to praise and worship songs or play guitar. I also find it very helpful to journal and write out all the things I am grateful for. I include a lot of things I take for granted (like running water and heat) and by the end of that exercise I have a very long list. For you, it may be drawing, painting, dancing or getting out into nature. Whatever gets you into a mindset of gratitude will help you repel negative thoughts.
  • Purpose. My Christian walk provides me with purpose. It can all be summed up in one passage. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself." (Matthew 22:36-38). This is a lot to dive into, but essentially remembering that my life significance is not found in my surroundings, but rather in my ability to love takes my focus off of my circumstances. Learning to love the Lord so that I can love others and myself to my fullest capacity brings me joy... And this leads me into my final point.
  • Passion. Find something you are passionate about. I don't mean like Comic-Con, football, or NASCAR. What I mean is a cause, something that will enable you to "be the change you wish to see." I find that I am never happier than when I am helping someone. To quote Mother Teresa, "A life not lived for others is not a life." Sometimes, I think that may be why so many of  us are depressed. We get wrapped up in the trivial travesties of our everyday lives and forget that we were designed to be loved and to love others. When this core need is not met, we are left feeling hopeless. 

MY STORY (CONTINUED)
So what happened to the college student sitting in the doctor's office at the end of her rope? Well, she's still here. It hasn't been an easy journey. I'd like to tell you that I immediately found help after discovering I was severely depressed, but unfortunately I battled it out a lot longer than needed. For a couple years after that, my happiness was based a lot on my circumstances. Things got better after I married Danny and we started our life together. But the depression never completely left me. I thought getting married would be my "happily ever after" and magically change everything. But it didn't cure me. 

Less than a year into our marriage, I hit some stressful times at work and was derailed. I didn't have thoughts of self-harm like I did in college, but the depression was making me physically sick again. Only then, did I finally start taking my life back. I took medication for a short while and it allowed me to rest physically and mentally. But when I discovered that I was pregnant, I didn't want to risk taking medication. So I did some research on depression and ways to cope. I began journaling and trying to incorporate as many of the suggestions above into my life as I could, and they have helped immensely! It's been a long journey, but I am very content with where I am today. 
I am not "cured" of depression, and I don't think I ever will be. We all have our battles to face in this life, and this is mine. I still get blue every once in a while - mostly when I'm stressed. But I can praise God that I have not had a severe episode of depression in over 5 years!

I also rejoice because I am able to truly empathize with those who have the same struggle that I do. That being said, I'd like to offer a final word of encouragement... 



If you struggle with depression, know that you are not alone. Don't be ashamed of who you are. Don't believe the lie that you are broken or worthless. You are uniquely and wonderfully made by the creator of the universe, and He loves you. You were designed with a great purpose in mind, so don't give up! Your breakthrough is just around the corner! 

I am praying that the God of all hope and joy send a special blessing your way today and that you will know that you are loved.

Amy

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Wait Upon The Lord

9/4/2013

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Waiting is so hard. 

Danny has been looking for a job for almost a year and a half now and it has been quite a faith building journey. He is currently employed, but it is in a temporary position as a post-doc. We knew it was just a step towards a permanent position, but the transition has lasted longer than we had anticipated.

Everyday for almost a year, I've kept my phone close at hand waiting for good news. And everyday, Danny keeps working hard believing and trusting that The Lord will provide us not just AN opportunity, but THE opportunity that will be the best for our family and will bring Him glory.

Every night when we tuck Caitlin in, we sing her favorite songs - "God is so Good," "He Answers Prayer," and "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." We thank God for all that he has blessed us with, especially our family, and thank Him that He loves us and has great plans in store for us. Then we pray and ask that he would "open the right door" and provide the right job for our family.

This has been our routine for a long time. I would be lying if I didn't say that we both have rough days. I get impatient and long to be settled. Danny gets rejection letters from positions that he was excited about. We pray for God to close the doors that we shouldn't walk through, but it's still tough to hear them slam.

However, over this past year, I have learned how to be "content in all things" (Philippians 4:11-12). I have my moments when I feel downcast, but I can relate to King David when he says, "Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why should you moan and be disquieted within me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, my Help and my God" (Psalm 42:5).

So we keep on praising Him. We believe that he wants to bless us and is working behind the scenes to line up the perfect opportunity. But we also work to keep what is truly important the focus of our lives. For, if not vigilant, we'll always be looking ahead to the next big thing and miss all the joy and wonder of the moment.

May The Lord bless you with many joyful and wondrous moments today!

Amy
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Like a Child

8/19/2013

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A few months ago, I noticed Caitlin's eyes were doing something strange. She would look forward and, while her right eye remained straight, her left eye would drift inward. At first I thought she had picked a new ability to move one eye but not the other. As the day continued, however, I realized that wasn't the case. Thanks to a google search, we determined that it was very likely that she had accomodative esotropia (lazy eye). We decided to set up a doctor's appointment as soon as possible. 

God was gracious to open the door for us to get her to an ophthalmologist at Children's Hospital the very next day. We were so grateful for this as the next available appointment was three weeks later. Having to wait so long to have her seen by a doctor while knowing something is wrong would have been excruciating. 


We had the appointment and our theory was confirmed. Caitlin did have accomodative esotropia, but we caught it early enough that the doctor felt glasses alone might correct the problem. We may not even need to do eye patching. We just had to keep our very active three year old in glasses full-time. That was good news, but we were still worried... 

What if she refused to wear her glasses? What if she needed corrective eye surgery one day? What if we hadn't discovered this and she had gone blind in her left eye? Worries, worries, and more worries. 

As all these thoughts are running through my mind I ask the doctor a question. Caitlin had just had her eyes dilated and the effects wouldn't wear off for another 24 hours. I asked if having her eyes dilated was going to bother Caitlin the next day. Her answer forever altered my perception on worry. 

She said, "We can either choose to worry, or choose to have fun. Kids will always choose to have fun." 

I thought that maybe this is what it means to have faith like a child. Trusting God whole-heartedly and taking him at his word when He says He loves us. Believing that He will take care of us (Matthew 6:25-27). Choosing, not to worry, but to enjoy life.

Most of the time, I act way too grown-up. I can relate to Picasso's when he says,  
“It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.” 
Some have called me an "old soul" and my family has joked that I was "born an adult." When I was a teenager, I took pride in this - glad that I was mature for my age. But as an adult, I realize that I think too hard and worry too much. 


Now I endeavor to be like a child. My kids teach me what true joy looks like, and I want to be more like them. Like Picasso, I feel it may take me a lifetime to get there. But I want to grow younger everyday. 

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