There are too many cases of cyber bullying and suicide among our youths!
It’s time someone or some people started talking…
Follow us into our private lives as we share our struggles, mine as a parent to my lovely Dami; and my daughter as a young adult.
#Mentalhealth issues are alarmingly on the increase and not talked about much. I was too busy to see what was happening in my own home.
“I blame my parents” (an interesting hook) is the title of this @BBC documentary where communication skills with my beautiful daughter is “put under the microscope”. We talked about church and God’s influence on healing too (hope that gets in…😂)
Divorce is never an easy subject to talk about and it takes it toll on the parties involved, especially the children and wider family and social networks. I pray you never have to take this route and that your relationship does not take a violent turn…
It’s been a while
Sorry I didn’t have much time
To pen a line
So when He finally answers the call, after a few, 4 days, when it was too late, he meets with accusation. Martha said “if you had been here, my brother would not have died” but her sister, Mary came to kneel at His feet acknowledging his lordship and says the same words. The words were similar but reactions very different.
Could it be that they both knew a different Jesus individually? Actually it seems we were given some insight into how Mary had loved to sit at Jesus feet, worshipping Him. Martha added that the body had a bad odour at this time.
I had the opportunity
To meet some people from the “city”
And got to mix football with business
So was invited back to theirs in Chelsea!
Kingsley holds more than you think!
My thoughts were: What? How come? How is that a solution? Really? Is that what this is all about? A whole maze of confusing words, images flashed before me. It took me a while to respond as I think I had my mouth open… After I recollected my thoughts, I asked for some time to think through the request, a valid one, since I had to drive back to pick the 3 beauties on my usual school run.
Another sleepless night. Not sure what conversations I had with God that night as I was still shocked at the turn of events. You can imagine what it was like to feel the rug was being pulled out from under your feet or your world has just dropped.
I remember at some point coining the phrase, “stop the world, I want to get off”
A conversation I had by inspiration, told me that people would not just stay home, refusing to leave the house or do anything, because they feared for their life, or of being killed or being involved in an accident. They still made appointments, with no idea whether they would live the next day. I was encouraged to make plans, prepare for good things and take steps towards those goals. The best part, I see now, is the power of writing things down.
What most people might take for granted, choosing to upgrade a phone at the end of a contract, turned out to be an uphill task for me, punctuated with so many emotions. I used to get told what make of phone to sign up for. Now, I had the choice…the freedom, to pick and…
I think we are going to run out of boxes to choose from, when it comes to origin and ethnicity?? Very soon. 😂😂
Maybe we can just accept people as they are and find other useful indicators to measure?