I cajoled my spouse into taking me to a presentation with the catchy title “In Search of Happiness: Is there a secret to feeling content?” It was held at the University of British Columbia, my spouse’s former stomping ground. The event was offered to alumni and their guests.
My husband and I had a physical confrontation a while back, as a result of an argument. But it was not my husband who raised his hand to me. I raised my hand to him. I am not proud of what I did so I want to end it before it becomes a pattern in our lives.
I love my husband, but I have doubts about how good a mother I am for our oldest three children. Sometimes they seem like strangers to me.
My spouse went to see the movie Fifty Shades of Grey on the sly. I am angry with him.
For 50 years the option of filming Louis Zamperini’s life story sat on a shelf at Universal Studios waiting for someone to have enough confidence in the subject to make it happen. Tony Curtis was chosen to play Louis, but it never got off the ground.
Q. For three years now I have been telling myself I need to see a therapist, but I cannot seem to make an appointment. I feel shut down, numb and flat and I am beginning to wonder if there is something wrong with me.
As the New Year begins I once again pick up my Bible and start reading from page one through to the end. I don’t know how many years I’ve done this now. I do recall a point in my life where I was prompted to do it. Within the same week I heard two sermons from different preachers and read an article all centred on the theme tolle lege. It’s a Latin phrase previously unknown to me. It means “take up and read.”
When did you last see a glorious sunrise or sunset? When did you laugh so hard your insides rebelled? Have you taken a young child to the park lately, and heard her cries of delight?
When an adult child wants to move back home…
Both of my parents were talented story tellers. My mother had an amazing memory for the most trivial details. (I didn’t always appreciate that particular gift, especially as a teenager.) She often presented mindboggling facts in such a way as to solidly make her case before you even realized where she was heading.
I think life has finally caught up to me and I have to face reality. My mother had a stroke and needs care. I understand that. What I do not understand is my fear of pain and suffering, something I never shared with anyone.
I encourage you to see a therapist. Do not be afraid to talk through your pain. Believe the comforting presence of God can and will help you move forward as you honestly open your heart and seek healing and health for yourself and eventually for your marriage.