spiritual first aid kit

[Gary]

I can empathize with so much of what I read here,seems like we are united in pain,anxiety,rage,confusion--yep-check,check,check,--got 'em all!
I read this obscure,old book from the 50's this week--called God's Psychiatry.
It really ministered to me--cause it's a study of the 23rd Psalm,the Beatitudes,
the Lord's(or model)Prayer,and the Ten Commandments.It got me thinking in terms of what parts of God's Word I need to rest and recuperate in right now-in other words-what's the inventory of my spiritual first aid kit?In addition to the passages I just mentioned,I guess I've bandaged myself often with Ezekiel 33 &34
and Psalm 91,and yes,even the non-Biblical Serenity Prayer.I guess where I'm going with this is--help me stock my "kit" better-share with me-if you will-what in God's word is resting and rejeuvenating you-cause we're alike-and it hurts to hurt!
Yours in Christ,
Gary

[Jerry]

Dear Gary,,
Ecc 3 /1-8
Jerry ;)

[Reed]

Hi, Gary
I'm new here, so I don't really know alot of the context of this discussion.
Scriptures that are helping me are:
Matthew 28:20b when Jesus said, "Lo I am with you always"
Romans 8:1 "Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,"
Romans 8:26-39 (Jesus intercedes for us, nothing can seperate us from His love.)
2 Tim 2:13 He remains faithful for he cannot deny himself.

This was intended as encouragement. Hope i didn't offend.

[Willow]

I have a wierd one that helped me and still does. It's in Psalms where the jews hung their harps on the willow trees and wept. It gave me permission to weep and stop my ministry position and heal.

[Voyager]

Welcome aboard Gary!!!

:cool:

[Katie]

Welcome Gary and Reed,

This has seemed really beautiful to me lately. Psalm 139:1-5 (actually the whole chapter is great)

O Lord, you have searched me and known me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You have hedged me behind and beofre,
And laid Your hand upon me.


Knowing God's thoughts for me, His love, and his definition of who I am has helped me to recover from the rejection and the shame that were inflicted upon me with the abuse.

I will not be defined by those who have no real love for me. I reject their opinion of who I am. I trust God to search and know my heart and bring about the growth and changes that are necessary in my life.

[LadyLavender]

I feel like i've been in a maelstrom of all sorts for the past eons. As soon as my head gets above water on one issue some huge wave comes and drags me back under on another. I'm super weary of it. In regards to spiritual things its been four years and i'm still it seems on the trash heap and just laying there getting more and more garbage piled on. I know the Lord wants to heal me, but why can i not receive it. I feel like i'm on the clock. I feel like Martha. I can't sit at Jesus feet. Though I want to, I don't know how to. I mean there's tons of stuff to do right?? Yet I don't even have the energy, the verve the passion to do anything. I feel stripped and naked. My dreams crushed. Plundered, raped whatever you wanna call it. People ask me "Well what are your goals?" I have no goals. I feel like a shell of a person. There is nothing INSIDE. The sense of who I am is gone. The things I thought I wanted I can't even muster a desire for anymore. I try to make myself read the word and its like sitting down to a bowl of sawdust. Then I feel guilty and more far away from the Lord than ever. And all the while i'm hemmoraging. Bleeding to death. Like a walking zombie. I just don't understand this "process" I know all the lingo, I know all the speeches, I know all the cool and catchy Christianese stuff. And yet when I glad around my bedroom, all I see is a huge pile of junk on the floor. Chaos and disorder everywhere. A glimpse into my own mind and my own heart. A snapshot of my faith. What happens when you can't REST. I know God is calling me to REST, but I don't know how! Am I just lazy?? I don't even wanna look for a job anymore. The thought just makes me wanna go back to sleep. I'm depressed yes, but I don't know how to fix it. I can't rest. I can't rest.
LadyLavender :confused: :mad: :eek: :confused: :confused: :confused:

[Jerry]

Dear Lady,,,
Setting a "Goal" gives us direction and a sence of purpose.Attaining the "Goal"however;Is unimportant,,,,,,,,,It IS important that we begin.What is between the "beginning" and the "Goal" ????,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Life ;) don't miss it !!!
Love Jerry

[Janice]

I feel like i've been in a maelstrom of all sorts for the past eons. As soon as my head gets above water on one issue some huge wave comes and drags me back under on another. I'm super weary of it. In regards to spiritual things its been four years and i'm still it seems on the trash heap and just laying there getting more and more garbage piled on. I know the Lord wants to heal me, but why can i not receive it. I feel like i'm on the clock. I feel like Martha. I can't sit at Jesus feet. Though I want to, I don't know how to. I mean there's tons of stuff to do right?? Yet I don't even have the energy, the verve the passion to do anything. I feel stripped and naked. My dreams crushed. Plundered, raped whatever you wanna call it. People ask me "Well what are your goals?" I have no goals. I feel like a shell of a person. There is nothing INSIDE. The sense of who I am is gone. The things I thought I wanted I can't even muster a desire for anymore. I try to make myself read the word and its like sitting down to a bowl of sawdust. Then I feel guilty and more far away from the Lord than ever. And all the while i'm hemmoraging. Bleeding to death. Like a walking zombie. I just don't understand this "process" I know all the lingo, I know all the speeches, I know all the cool and catchy Christianese stuff. And yet when I glad around my bedroom, all I see is a huge pile of junk on the floor. Chaos and disorder everywhere. A glimpse into my own mind and my own heart. A snapshot of my faith. What happens when you can't REST. I know God is calling me to REST, but I don't know how! Am I just lazy?? I don't even wanna look for a job anymore. The thought just makes me wanna go back to sleep. I'm depressed yes, but I don't know how to fix it. I can't rest. I can't rest.
LadyLavender :confused: :mad: :eek: :confused: :confused: :confused:


Wow Lady! You are NOT ALONE! You've written down my life also in your words! I guess that's why these forums are here so, we can realize we are not along and to gain strength from one another. Let's "hang in there" together ok? Praying! ;)

[Pinkie Pie]

I have a wierd one that helped me and still does. It's in Psalms where the jews hung their harps on the willow trees and wept. It gave me permission to weep and stop my ministry position and heal.


Which Psalm is that? I love that!

[Willow]

HI Pinkie,

It's Psalm 137

Psalm 137

1By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.


2We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.


3For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.


4How shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land?


5If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.


6If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.


7Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.


8O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.


9Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.