Fill Your Cup

(This is a talk I gave at the Highland Business Women’s Club on April 14, 2014. While targeted to women, I am sure that men can learn from this as well.)

Picture this. My dining room table, filled with a collection of cups, glasses, and mugs, each with varying amounts of liquid: some three-quarters full of water, some nearly empty of milk from breakfast, some with the dried remains of the morning’s hot chocolate.

This is not a fictional picture I have drawn for you. This is my life. My two children would use so many cups in one day, and never quite finish what was in them, and never put them in the sink, much less the dishwasher, I literally had to assign cups to them and tell them they are only allowed one drinking glass and one hot drink holder. And if theirs is dirty, they have to wash it. Such is the life with a ten and thirteen year old.

The application of this to our lives as women is easy: we don’t get multiple cups to fill up; we just get one. And if you are like me, that one often runs on empty.

As women, we are constantly in pouring-out mode. We are trying to be good wives. We are parenting children and running around for them. We are working, whether at home or away from home. We are trying to be there for our extended families. We are attempting to cultivate friendships and care for those in need. If we are grandparents, we are trying to help our children and grandchildren as much as we can. Our “ought to” list is long, and our “want to” and “need to” lists get put on hold. Indefinitely.

The problem is, with the busyness of our lives, we have forgotten how to refill, how to rest, how to be rejuvenated. And because of that we tend to refill in unhealthy ways or in ways that may themselves be neutral, but turn unhealthy because we do them in excess. We may gorge ourselves on food, electronics, shopping, television, alcohol, Facebook, more commitments, staying busy and more. And when we try to refill with these things, instead of filling our cups, we are simply depleting them even more.

And what happens when we are running on empty

It is never good. One of the most prevalent consequences of running on empty is depression. That is obviously not the only reason that people suffer from depression, but I think it is a big player in our culture today.

I recently finished a book entitled Freefall to Fly by Rebekah Lyons and in it she says:

“Depression and anxiety have many faces. Happy one moment, sobbing the next. Refined, then frayed. More than 57.7 million American adults suffer from some form of mental illness, including 18.1 million who have been diagnosed with depression. The epidemic continues to spiral as we try to somehow manage the stress of modern life with its constant demands…if you’ve ever been close to it—really close…—you know it’s real. Scary real.

“Even more shocking is the number of women suffering depression…we as women are 70 percent more likely than men to experience depression. One in four women will suffer some form of depression in her lifetime. From anxiety attacks…to mood disorders, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and so on, women are under siege. And the majority of women who are wrestling with depression fit nicely into the twenty-five to forty-year-old age bracket.

“We aren’t depressed because we are getting old. We are depressed in the prime of our lives.

“During the years when we ought to be making some of our greatest contributions to others and to the world, we are stuck. Caught in a quagmire of confusion, hardly able to put one foot in front of the other.”

These are frightening statistics. And I fall squarely into this category. After years and years of giving and giving, I finally broke. It wasn’t all at once; it was a slow decline. What started as what I would have called a seasonal issue, turned into a constant one. I was turning into the angry and yelling parent I didn’t want to be. I was picking fights with my husband. I was unhappy and burnt out in my work. I would cry in my bed for hours at a time. I had finally hit the bottom of my glass.

In addition to depression and as a result of depression, other consequences of running on empty include physical health issues, and relationships that suffer – from our spouses, to our kids, to our friends.

You don’t have to raise your hand, but can any of you see yourselves either here or headed here? Or have you been here before?

It’s not a pretty place to be. In fact, it is a scary place to be. Scary because we haven’t been here before. Scary because we have. Scary because we don’t really know how we got here and scary because we don’t know how to get out.

For those of you there now, there is hope. For those of you who are headed in that direction, there is hope. For those of you who may find yourself there in the future, there is hope. Our cups can be refilled. We can reverse the damage of running on empty.

There comes a moment when we have a decision to make. A decision not to allow our cups to be emptied any further. A decision to purposefully refill our cups.

For us as women, it is not an easy decision, but it is a necessary one. It isn’t easy because it means that we have to say no to something or many things so we can say yes to what is needed and necessary.

The decision is this one. To rest.

Since creation, there has been a rhythm that was established by God: a rhythm of work and rest. According to Genesis after six days of work, God rested on the seventh day. In Exodus and other books of the Bible, He commanded the Israelites to work six days and rest on the seventh. He said that the fields should be worked for six years and then left to rest in the seventh year. This rhythm of life is necessary in order to continue on the path that we are on.

But rest doesn’t come easy for us, as women. Our lists are long. We fear we will drop the ball on something. We have errands to run. Kids to care for. Families to feed.

But the truth of the matter is this, if we don’t stop to rest, none of the things on our to-do list will be done well. Remember what they tell you on a plane? If you are traveling with those who need assistance and the need for oxygen masks arises, you are to put yours on first, and then place them on those in need. You know why? Because we are no good to anyone when we have passed out from lack of oxygen. In the same way, we are no good to anyone when we are running on empty.

For me, this looks different on different days. Some days rest is sitting on my porch swing with music. Some days rest is sitting on my porch swing surrounded by friends. Some days rest is taking a nap on my couch. Some days rest is taking my kids to the zoo. Some days rest is vegging in my bed with an episode of Lost or Castle. Some days rest is reading a book. Some days rest is dinner with my husband or a friend. Some days rest is getting drinks with some friends. Most days rest is exercising and eating well. Every night before bed rest is reading my devotionals, my Bible, and journaling.

Rest doesn’t have to look the same every time. But it does have to be something that fills your cup. And it does have to be scheduled.

One thing I have learned is to look at my calendar each week and figure out when I can schedule some down-time. Some of you may have to actually write it in on the calendar. And you may not even know exactly what that rest time will look like until the time comes, but you have to create it. It won’t just magically appear. I know that I have to go upstairs at a certain time each evening so I have time to sit with my Bible and my journal. I know I have to go to bed at a certain time so that I can get up and exercise. I have learned these things about myself and about what I need in order to make sure I am not running on empty. This is hard for me. I am by nature a night owl and would love to fall asleep to the TV playing Friends re-runs every night. But when I let myself fall into that kind of rut, I start fading again.

I have been reading a book with my Bible study group recently that is written by Jen Hatmaker entitled 7. Each week for the last seven weeks, we have been fasting from something: food, clothing, possessions, waste, spending and this week we are fasting from stress.

Impossible, right? But what that looks like for me is six alarms set on my phone. Six a.m., nine a.m., noon, three p.m., six p.m., and nine p.m. These alarms remind me to stop and take a moment to whisper a prayer. To rest for a moment. To read a scripture. To take a break from the “urgent” things I am working on.

I am bad at this. But I think it is a good rhythm for me. One that may just continue past this week. Because it is an alarm on my phone, which I always have with me, and may just be the cause of some of the stress and emptiness of my cup, it forces me to listen and be attentive to the call to rest.

Rest is imperative for us if we want to keep our cups full. But, there is also a second thing that is necessary for keeping our cups full. God fills us up when we rest but not so we can stay full. He fills us so that we can give more of ourselves. “Jesus is the source of a spring of living water that is always bubbling up, an unfailing source, ever fresh.” The well of Christ never runs dry – we will always have what we need when we receive His filling. And as a result of that, if we are filling ourselves up with Christ and the rest that we have been called to, the more we give away, the more we will get.

“In John 7:38, Jesus says, “If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.” Again and again Jesus invites us to come to Him because He is the fountain of life. He knows that life is difficult and [He] offers us strength. Not only does He delight in filling our cup with His everlasting love and perfect peace, He will fill it to the fullest measure. The best part is that it will actually overflow onto all that we meet. And no one is more pleasant to be around than someone who has had her cup filled with the living God…This will free her up to love others unconditionally…” (Quoted from this blog.)

When we take the time to rest, to fill our cups, we will actually be able to complete those to-do lists better, with more energy, with more love, with more compassion, with more hope, than we ever could have when our cups were empty.

When the depression hit me hard, I had to seek help from medical professionals, and it is good that I did, but I also had to reorient my life and allow time for rest and rejuvenation. And I don’t do a great job of this all the time. In fact, it took God removing me from a job I had for over 13 years and placing me in a different area of ministry to really reinforce some of these principles of rest. But I always know when I stop planning for rest: my pace becomes hectic, I begin feeling burnt out, the depression ramps up, and I crash. When that happens, I have to stop; I have to choose to re-commit and make time for rest in my schedule, because I want to be able to give of myself to my family, to my friends, and to my God.

I encourage you to go home and open your calendars tonight, while this message is fresh, and start scheduling time for rest, so you, too, can be filled to overflowing and give of yourselves in new and fresh ways.

Depression: Hiding in Plain Sight

(Today’s post is very personal. I have struggled with whether or not to post it, as it was originally written for an audience of people who I don’t know on another blog. But after sitting with it for some time, I am convinced that there are others out there who are in the midst of this struggle and need to hear that there is help and hope. Please feel free to forward this post to anyone you know who may be struggling with depression.)

Life is a collection of short stories all tied together in a long biography.

In my life, some of the short story titles might look like:

  • Three Sisters and their Lower Middle-Class Christian Upbringing
  • Living Life on My Terms
  • Infertility Woes and God’s Blessings
  • The Call to Pastor, Complete with Roadblocks
  • My Relationship with Food and Fitness

These are all good stories to tell, and there are more as well, but this is the story I need to tell today.

  • Depression: Hiding in Plain Sight

For years I noticed that by February, I was in trouble. Life was hard. I was tired. I was cranky. I could barely get out of bed, much less face life in the way I was used to – taking it by the horns and going hard.

There were other things; a huge slump after a big weekend with friends, getting quickly frustrated with something I shouldn’t be frustrated about at all, that pointed to the fact that something just wasn’t right.

I assumed I had some kind of Seasonal Affective Disorder, but really I just thought I needed to buck up and deal with life.

When I got pregnant with my son, it was a total shock. We had tried so hard to have our daughter, going through infertility tests and treatments, we assumed we couldn’t get pregnant on our own and would be a one child family. Not that we didn’t want another baby, but we had grown used to the idea of not having anymore. And the pregnancy, although healthy, wasn’t easy. He was huge and caused me all kinds of pain to just carry him. And then he was late. I was miserable. I just wanted him out.

Once he was born, the stress of working full-time, having a three-year-old, nursing a baby, and trying to keep order was significant. I remember just crying night after night while I fed him.

Fast-forward a few years. I was determined I was not going to be a mom who yelled. My mom could be a yeller at times and I didn’t want to do that. That would not be me.

One day I saw it. I was a yeller. It didn’t take much for me to lose it. You know how you aren’t supposed to cry over spilled milk? Well, I yelled over it and made my kids cry. It wasn’t all the time, but it was enough that I saw it and didn’t like it.

In the meantime, I was again struggling to get out of bed. I was always tired. I could lie down at any point and fall asleep.

I talked to my doctor. She asked if I thought I was depressed. I assured her I wasn’t, but in the back of my mind I wondered. We ran tests. Nothing showed up.

Time marched on.

I started exercising more regularly. I lost some weight. I ran my first half-marathon.

But nothing changed.

My husband bore the brunt of my frustration with life. I yelled at him. I fought with him. I tried to tell him all the things that he was doing wrong that were contributing to my meltdowns. And then I would cry for hours.

One day I even threw a good old-fashioned hissy fit at work in the presence of one of my co-workers because I was so upset about something that had happened. I jumped up and down in anger and frustration.

In the midst of a particularly bad day, I was sitting in my bathroom and noticed that I had some pain-killers and muscle relaxers sitting on my sink from a neck injury earlier in the year, and in that moment I thought, “I wonder how many it would take…” I wouldn’t finish the sentence. I knew I meant to finish it with “to end my life,” but I was sure I wasn’t suicidal.

That was enough to scare me and scare me good.

I told my husband what I had experienced. He told me that I hadn’t been the same since our son was born, eight years prior, and that every year it just got worse and worse.

I knew I needed to talk to someone, but I was so scared.

I am called to be a Pastor. I should have my stuff together. I am supposed to lead people. I can’t tell my doctor – she goes to my church. I will never be ordained now. These are just a few of the excuses I had for not admitting I had a problem.

I put out a fleece. If I was supposed to talk to my doctor (and friend), then she would be by herself while we were at Family Camp.

One morning, there she was. And I walked on by. I got back to my cabin and felt so strongly that the Lord was telling me that was my chance so I went back out and sat by her.

As we talked she eased my fears. She reminded me of the many times that she had asked if I was depressed, but I was determined I was not. She asked if I was truly ready to try something. I was.

For over two years now I have been regularly taking an anti-depressant. We have tried different kinds. I even went off of them for a month at one point after making a change that didn’t work (which resulted in thinking one day that I understood why someone would drive their car into a lake– so I immediately called my doctor.) We finally have a medication and supplement plan that is working well enough that I am level.

It’s not gone. There are days that the old familiar heaviness covers my chest.

But it is better.

And it wouldn’t be better if I hadn’t said something and asked for help.

The amazing thing to me is when I started talking about it, so many people came out of the woodwork who struggle with the same thing. I found friends, articles, and bloggers who have told their stories that have helped me and continue to encourage me through this thing called depression.

If you find yourself struggling with depression, find someone to talk to about it. Send me a message. Don’t let your life spin out of control like mine did before I was willing to ask for help, because there is help.

Hope = Renewed Strength

A week ago today I had surgery. I expected I would be back at work by today. But I am not. Instead I find myself waiting impatiently for the time to pass so I can take another pain pill.

It sure seems like for me, illness and surgery are kind of like home plumbing projects – they never quite turn out the way you think they will at the start and there are detours along the way.

I didn’t anticipate that recovery would take longer than the weekend, much less longer than a week. I didn’t anticipate the emotional toll of spending a week in my recliner. I didn’t anticipate fighting depression as well as fighting to recover from surgery.

So as I sit here this morning, I am meditating on these words:

Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
    and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the Lord
    will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint. (from Isaiah 40, Italics Mine)

I am holding on to these words today. He will give me strength in my weakness. He will renew my strength as I put my hope and trust in Him.

And that is all I need today.

That, and another pain pill. 🙂

How are you Feeling?

I wouldn’t typically do this, but today I want to share with you the sermon my Senior Pastor preached on Sunday. I think it is worth listening to, probably more than once.

We live in a culture where the tendency is to be ruled by how we feel, rather than being ruled by what is true, and Doug addresses this issue beautifully. It was just another example of what the world says versus what the Kingdom says.

Take a listen to “Feelings, Nothing More Than Feelings,” and then leave me a comment and let me know what you think.

Make Me Willing

The other day, our Pastor to Seniors was sitting in my office relaying a story to me about his wife who has been struggling with some pain issues recently and waiting for healing. He found her one night in bed crying and she told him that she had been thinking of the song, Make Me Willing. It was a song they both knew well, but one that was unknown to me. He then shared with me the words to the song.

Make me willing to wait patiently
for the answers I’ve prayed for so long.
Make me willing to listen to Thee
and to say “not my will, but Thine be done”.
Make me willing to thank Thee for tears
And for the heartaches that cause me to pray.
Will you make me a vessel the Master can use
Keep me willing the rest of my days.

My Father points the way to go
Then makes the way for me.
He tells me I must trust in Him
My faith will help me see.
The road may not be easy
The testing will be great
But then my Lord reminds me
That He will help me wait.

I know that he was sharing them as part of the story of his wife’s struggles, but the words hit a chord with me as well.

I have been waiting for years to see how God will bring to pass the calling He has placed on my life.

I have been waiting for years to be healed of the depression that I struggle with regularly.

I have been waiting for years to see the fullness of blessing promised to those who give to the Lord.

I have been waiting for months for relief from the sinus issues that are plaguing me.

And sometimes, in each of these situations, it is hard to wait, because I want to see results and relief now.

But the words to this song melted something within me.

Lord, make me willing to wait on You, however long it takes, whatever route it takes.

Make me willing.


(Song begins at 2:24.)

Time Flies, Money Buys, and Depression Lies

Today is Monday.

Today is Monday, July 29. That means that Thursday is August 1.

And with the onset of August comes the onset of that time of year where we try our best to find routine again…while still in the midst of the chaos of summer. (“Good luck with that!” I just told myself.)

Jr. Comets football games start on August 10 – less than two weeks away!

School starts on August 19, a mere three weeks from today!

Throw in cheer practices for Anne (Jays) and Anne and I (Jr. Comets), marching band practices, back to school nights, fair parade, a couple more summer concerts for me, gardening, preparing fruits and veggies that come into the house from gardening, and of course the regular stuff of jobs, housework, parenting, etc., and it just feels like life is flying. Sometimes it feels like it is passing me up, and others it feels like I am just being thrown around inside it like in a tornado.

While sitting at home yesterday morning, I realized that yesterday was what would likely be the one and only chance I have in the next three weeks to go school shopping.

So off we went to buy a cart full of school supplies (I did check my home stash first so we saved a little money there).

Next a trip to the mall for new backpacks and lunch boxes, followed by Shoe Carnival for four pair of new tennis shoes – two for Ty who is just hard on shoes, one for Anne’s daily wear, and one for cheer/gym shoes.

And of course a run to Sams for the stuff we have been out of for weeks and ending with dinner out for the family.

At the end of the day, both Mike and I were overwhelmed with the sheer amount of money that it takes to get kids ready for school, much less keep our household fed and cared for.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a good day. We enjoyed our family time together, worked well and efficiently at getting everything that we needed on our “lists,” and did so with relatively little grumbling.

But this morning I woke up with that old familiar pressure on my shoulders and chest – depression, and thoughts of running away from everything – anxiety.

It happens after a good day. It happens when I have to bleed out large amounts of the little money that we never have. It happens when I realize that time is not my own. I can’t even find a free weekend to meet with one of my good college friends!

But because of learning to recognize the lies of depression, I did what I needed to do right away. I texted a friend who also deals with these issues and she was able to give me some perspective and encourage me to do one of the things that helps me. And while that doesn’t change things immediately, it does help me remember that depression lies and I can rise above those lies to see the truth. And that is much easier when I have a friend that can lift me up to see the truth.

Today, in the mist of time flying by, money disappearing from my bank account, and being bombarded by the lies of depression, I will stand up and look at what is true!

I will cherish the time I have with my kids now because time does fly and children do grow up!

I will use my money to the best of my ability to provide for my family and give back to the Lord whom I trust to provide my every need.

I will not listen to the lies of depression that try to hold me down.

Instead, I will focus on the truth that I am loved – by my family, my friends, my Lord!

What truths do you need to focus on today?

I would love to hear from you!

It All Falls Down

Remember how I was telling you that my June was CRAZY-busy?

Well, guess what happens when CRAZY-busy is done.

CRASH!

My body finally got fed up with my constant running, commitments, exercise, stress, etc., and decided to quit on me.

Saturday I slept late, ran the kids out for a quick, but fun, outing with friends, ran one errand, and then proceeded to take a two-hour nap on the couch and other than forcing myself out for my run-streak run, spent the rest of the day and evening on the couch.

Sunday I woke up feeling nauseated, went back to sleep, moved to my couch when I woke up, cat-napped off-and-on all day, fought nausea, made myself workout anyway (because I couldn’t feel much worse), and went to bed by 9:30.

I didn’t cook all weekend. I ate things like peanut butter and raisins on celery, Pringle’s, pancakes and waffles;  not my typical meal plan.

The collapse was so complete that I was even getting concerned that the ugly depression I have been fighting my way out of over the last few weeks was pulling me back down.

But this is kind of how it is for me. I run, run, run, go, go, go, and then I just can’t go anymore.

I know this about myself, but it still manages to surprise me when it happens.

I wish I was better at scheduling my time so this doesn’t happen, but some things in the schedule are out of my control.

I wish I was better at scheduling in down time so this doesn’t happen, but I am not.

So, in July, I am going to work harder at making down time and saying no to the unnecessary.

Wish me luck!

Do you struggle with any of these issues? How do you deal with them?

All My Heart

(It’s Thursday, I don’t blog on Thursdays, I blog on Wednesdays, but I didn’t get it done yesterday. Pretend it is Wednesday. But only for the purposes of this blog. We don’t want to go backwards in the week.)

Yesterday I was reading Psalm 9 and it just resonated with me so I wanted to share it with you.

I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart;
I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.
I will be glad and rejoice in you;
I will sing the praises of your name, O Most High.

The Lord reigns forever;

    he has established his throne for judgment.
He rules the world in righteousness
and judges the peoples with equity.
The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed,
a stronghold in times of trouble.
10 Those who know your name trust in you,
for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you.

11 Sing the praises of the Lord, enthroned in Zion;
proclaim among the nations what he has done.

I am giving thanks with all my heart and proclaiming to all of you today that my God is good. He is present. He is healer. He is provider.

No, things aren’t perfect. No, I don’t feel like I am 100%. No I don’t feel like we have what we need. But these truths about who God is are true regardless of how I feel and what things look like from my perspective.

And that is enough reason to give thanks with all my heart.

Breaking Through

One of the most beautiful things in the world is the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm.

sun-breaking-through-cloud

And that is what I am feeling like right now.

For anyone who has suffered with depression, you know that there are times that are better and times that are worse. I have been in a pretty bad storm battling this latest round of severe depression. But there seems to be some lifting, some breaking through that is happening these last couple of weeks.

I can explain that just about as well as I can explain why the clouds come in the first place – not at all – but I am so glad to be seeing some light.

I haven’t been able to read. Knitting and crocheting haven’t been bringing me joy. My couch and television have been about as exciting as it gets. Motivation to do anything has been non-existent.

Now though, something is changing. I am not saying it is all better, and who knows how long it will last, but I am getting out of bed with more spring in my step. I have been working on a couple of knit/crochet projects again. I have started a couple of projects at home. I am motivated to workout more and eat better. All of this feels like light breaking through the clouds for me, and I am very grateful for that.

I know some of it is eating better and working out more, but something had to change in me for that to even happen. Some of it is hope. A medical condition I have had forever and known about for 10 years may be contributing and I just started a new treatment that may help. But mostly I believe that I can give the credit for the light breaking through to my Lord. He is faithful. He is healer. He is strength in my weakness. He is in the business of answering prayers. And boy have I been praying for deliverance, relief, and healing.

You may not be battling depression, but maybe you are struggling through something else. Don’t give up praying. Don’t lose hope. Relief will come. Answers will come. It doesn’t come in our timing, but it does come in God’s timing. And praise God for that!

Let it Go

I heard Tim sing this song last week at his concert I attended in St. Louis and it really impacted me.

So often, negative things that happen to us, whether currently or in the past, are the things that we hold onto, and these are the very things that we need to let go. Whether it be forgiving ourselves, or someone else, freedom comes when we let it go. Take a listen and let it go – whatever  that is today.

I’ve been caught sideways out here on the crossroads
Tryin’ to buy back the pieces I lost of my soul
It’s hard when the Devil won’t get off your back
It’s like carryin’ around the past in a hundred pound sack

Today, I’m gonna keep on walkin’ I’m gonna hold my head up high, gonna leave it all behind
Today, I’m gonna stand out in the rain Let it wash it all away, yeah, wash it all away
I’m gonna let it go, oh yeah I’m gonna let it go, oh yeah

Skeletons and ghosts are hidin’ in the shadows
Threatening me with all the things that they know
Choices and mistakes, they all know my name
I’m through holdin’ in and holdin’ on to all that pain

Today, I’m gonna keep on walkin’ I’m gonna hold my head up high, got no more tears to cry
Today, I’m gonna stand out in the rain Let it wash it all away, yeah, wash it all away
I’m gonna let it go, oh yeah I’m gonna let it go, oh yeah

And I know, I know, I know, I know I been forgiven I know, I know, I know, I’m gonna start livin’

Today, I’m gonna keep on walkin’ I’m gonna hold my head up high, I’m gonna leave it all behind
Today, I’m gonna stand out in the rain Let it wash it all away, yeah, wash it all away
I’m gonna let it go, oh yeah I’m gonna let it go, oh yeah I’m gonna let it go, oh yeah, oh yeah