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Sunday - Dec. 14, 2008
- 8:17 PM - WST
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What's wrong with me
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I think tonight while driving, I figured out what's wrong with me. I was driving along and realised I'm afraid of wife. Not afraid of her harming me, but afraid of what she can do to me emotionally. You see, she is able to make me feel so worthless that I want to die, and that's something to be feared. Then I thought, how is it that she can make me feel so worthless, just by being angry with me.... Then I realised. The thing is, that i have a bit of a performance identity. That means, my performance = my self worth/significance/value. I've recognised that in my work place and I'm trying to deal with it, but in my marriage, I've always wanted to be the best husband I could be and try and please my wife. I've always been told that the husband's role is to nurture his wife and that she is a reflection of his love. Wife however has told me ever since we have been married that I don't meet her needs, that she doesn't feel loved by me and that I am below normal as a man. So somehow, I think I must have made it my life's mission to be the man, to love her like she deserves and meet her needs. And whenever she really gets angry with me and I can't seem to fix it, I feel totally worthless. Because I realise that my performance is so utterly pathetic as a husband and having given it my all, and tried my hardest to improve and change and be everything she wants me to be, I still fail so badly. That's when I feel the lowest. That's when I feel like scum. Like a piece of shit. Then I start thinking thoughts about quitting, dying, suicidal stuff. I can't do anything. Even the things I love I have no motivation for. I'm a passionate trout fisherman and tonight I pulled up on the bank of a lagoon and watched fish feeding right near the shore and I had all my rods and gear in the back and didn't even bother to put a food out of the cab. I just want to curl up and make the world go away. I have no motivation for living. I feel empty, hollow, drained, despair. I am nothing. I have given my all, and have nothing left. And I"ve failed. For me, because my identity is linked with my performance, and my performance is pathetic, then I am worthless. That's why I can't go home. I'm too afraid. I'm only just hanging on. If I go any lower, I might die. How do I break this? Maybe I just am worthless...
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Sunday - Dec. 14, 2008
- 10:16 AM - WST
- #13
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Can't go home
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Can't bring myself to go home.... I just can't face it. I think mainly it's fear. I'm not angry, just wounded and feeling hopeless and helpless. I feel despair and sadness. Grief. Another part of me doesn't care anymore. I'm beyond caring. Home is a place where I am threatened. My sanity is threatened. I am reduced to something without dignity, something without significance or value. I am afraid of wife, because she's unpredictable. I've always handled weapons from a young age. I'm not afraid of guns, because although as a hunter I know they're deadly, I have learned gun safety. Guns are totally predictable and in the 25 years I've been shooting I have never been involved in or witnessed an accident with a gun. My wife though could fire any moment, without any notice and wound me more painfully than being shot. Should I go home and risk it? It will happen again. What will happen if I go over the edge? Will I lose my sanity? Will I have a total mental breakdown? I don't know. That's scary, the fact that I don't know. I don't think she takes much responsibliity. She's always said she's pretty well perfect, so it's up to me. Well if it's up to me and I need to care for myself, then I shouldn't go home. I guess they'll be fine without me. Don't know what to do. Where do I go? It's hard to know what to do. I don't know where to turn to, or who to talk to. I need to sleep.
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Sunday - Dec. 14, 2008
- 4:49 AM - WST
- #12
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Marriage is Madness
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Wife went off today. Came home and found 8yr old used some of her xmas cards. kid was working away all morning trying to make something for his cousin I think and got roasted for it. She really got stuck into him. Went over it and over it until he started crying. I'm thinking damn, Christmas isn't supposed to be about getting stuck into each other over cards... ok so he is supposed to ask. He says he'll ask next time, but then drop it. So I open my big mouth and try and defuse the situation by saying, come on lets keep it light. Christmas is about people and he was being generous etc. Well that was like waving a red rag to a bull. And I got both barrells. Suddenly the 8yr old was not the target, I was. Now, i'm not backing up the wife. Even though I totally agree with her, that he should have asked, yes the cards were expensive, yes she had plans for them etc. etc. but i was just sayin try and keep the spirit of Christmas alive here! Then she accused me of screwing up our kids because we aren't united. I need to read the all parenting books because they all say that apparently. I'm not sure that we're disunited actually, given that I agree with everything she's saying. I'm just disagreeing with getting angry over things, when people and the way we treat them are more important than things. Heck I'll take a second job to buy her more cards just to make her happy. Well, i tried to explain what i was trying to say. It always happens though. People get jacked at christmas time and start chewin each other out. Why does it have to be that way? Why do people get irritable, stressed and angry at Christmas time? Why is there so much pressure? Surely God gave Jesus at Christmas to reconcile us to him and one another and bring peace on earth. Somehow it has turned out to be war! Then she went right off. She started shouting and yelling and swearing. Told me that what would I know about trying to raise kids and making a happy family home when I'm screwed up cos I came from a broken home. I tried to explain that because i'm from a broken home, I know what I want. Harmony. Love, peace, people that get along not fight like my parents did and ended up breaking up. Then she tried a different tack. She said there's no point even talking to me because I'm screwed up in the head and that even though I think I'm making sense I'm not. She said I should go and pop more pills. She is going off regularly now. She was going off when she had her period last. Well that's an excuse. The kids asked me why she was like that, and I said because it's that time of month. But last week, she was going off about having a shit family and that everyone in the family treated her bad and that it was all my fault. I didn't react to that, just called her in the arvo to see if she was feeling better. But today, she wouldn't let go. I wasn't trying to correct her or point out her failing. I was just trying to lift the atmosphere in the home a bit, because I hate a negative atmosphere. She is so insecure that even a comment like "let's keep things light and Chrismassy" says that I'm accusing her of being a failure. Wish she would deal with her damn insecurity cos it's drivin me nuts. I don't know why we are pissing her off so much. She's always going off at either the kids or me. I just don't know what to do. She reckons if she was in charge of the family, everything would be better... like she's not in charge? I'm certainly not in charge! Worst thing is she wouldn't stop. After I went to get the kids some lunch (was toasting some cheese on bread for them in the griller) she kept coming into the kitchen chipping away and chipping away and going on and on with it. Well, I had enough. I hurled the empty can across the kitchen and announced to the family that they had a fucked up dad and she had a fucked up husband, that I was totally screwed and I was screwing them all up and they would be better off without me and left. Whenever she gets into me, eventually I feel like a total waste of space and a failure. I feel like I'm a curse on my families life and that I should hang myself. I wonder what it would be like to have a belt around my neck and to feel the blood flow restricted to my brain and then the blackness. I think it would be peaceful and then I would be free from pain. My home is like a prison. When she's angry with me it's like torture. I can't rest or recover in my home with her exploding like that. She's like a bomb with a trip wire. None of us know when it's going to trigger, but we all know it's just a matter of time. But for her, we're all to blame, so y'know, it's not her fault. She has no responsibility at all. Actually she's the most perfect person you could meet. So caring, kind, compassionate, empathetic and humble. Just wish it would extend to us. Don't know why she's so angry... There's a bit of family history there I spose. Her dad had a stroke because of his temper. The difference between marriage and a prison sentence, is at least with prison, you know how much time you have left. Marriage could go on for a loooong time and if it's anything like mine, it will feel like quite a few lifetimes. For some reason, I just either can't improve fast enough for her, or be a certain person, or perform quite well enough. And when I fall short, watch out. I've cooked every night this week. Done four loads of washing. Looked after the kids. Nearly driven myself into the ground and come Saturday, I'm in the doghouse. What a fucked up life. I'm over my family.
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Friday - Oct. 24, 2008
- 7:43 AM - WST
- #11
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Here's an interesting thought. We don't just need a mental concept of God (info, thoughts, ideas etc.), we need an emotional concept of God, because ultimately our souls overrun our minds (which is why we often behave irrationally). The idea comes from "Sidetracked in the Wilderness" by Michael Wells. "The church today is full of unbelieving believers, who with their minds run to God, but with their emotions run away from Him. Much time and effort have been spent persuading people's thoughts to agree with what Scripture says, but very little attention is give to the emotions, which need equal convincing; an emotional concept of God is just as important as the intellectual view." So here's a little test I took. Answer the questions as if you were in your worst moment. Firs thing that comes to mind... 1. When I think about being with God I feel.... In my worst moments I don't want to be with God. I'd rather hide, it's all too hard. I am unworthy, distant, hopeless, don't want to talk to him, feel unacceptable, feel like he's disappointed, aloof. Don't feel like he cares. I'd rather ignore him. He's a priority, a task, a chore, something else that I'm failing at. 2. When I have to trust God, I feel.... uncertain, resentful, I'd rather not have to trust him, I'm not sure if or when He'll come through. Can't rely on Him. He might, He might not, just depends on something outside of my control. Trusting is not easy. It feels risky. Hard to do. Something I HAVE to do.... Obligated. Cornered. 3. When I think about God I wish... he wouldn't be so ethereal, difficult to grasp and to know, I wish he wouldn't be so invisible, unreachable, uncommunicative, silent, distant. I wish he was more real...closer, nicer, kinder, more fun, less strict, demanding, more tolerant. I wish he was more approachable. I wish he was like the perfect daddy, who would hold out his arms and I could run into them, knowing I'd done bad stuff but that it didn't matter. I wish he was more comforting. I wish he didn't just leave me to my own mess but that he would know when I've had enough and step in and rescue me. 4. Sometimes I get angry with God when ... He doesn't change my situation. When he doesn't change my wife, my staff, my results. I get angry .. more resentful when He holds out on me ... when he takes off and I can't get in touch with Him. When I'm depleted and empty and in pain and he's not there. I get angry because he makes demands on my life without helping me. It's all a one way street sometimes. I get angry when I can't do what God wants me to do.... when I can't deliver the goods, can't live up to his high expectations, when I fail him and others. I get angry because he traps me and there's no way out. 5. It frustrates me when God wants me to... to do the impossible. To live in pain. To meet his expectations. Keep going when I've got nothing left. Keep believing, serving, trying, reading, praying. Why can't he do something himself? Why do I have to do so much and he doesn't have to do anything? Why does he get to sit back while I work my butt off. Why do I have to change myself, why can't he change me? It's too hard for me, and a cinch for him. This doesn't make sense!!! It's frustrating building the house, when the Lord doesn't build the house, we labor vainly, but what else is there to do? He won't do it, so we must! 6. I really enjoy God when... He speaks to me. When I'm worshiping him. When I don't have to pray, serve, read my bible or behave in a certain way, or get results. I enjoy being on holidays and getting away and being in the wild, watching a sunset. When I'm out of phone range, and away from draining people and when I am confronted by beauty. In stillness, quietness, in reflection. When I don't have an agenda, or a responsibility or a task. In situations where I can't really get anything done, but I can just be.... I really enjoy God when he does good things without me being behind it. Spontaneous good. Awesome! I enjoy God when he uses me, when he inspires me, when he shows me the way, when he comforts me, when my paradigms shift, when I understand him better. 7. The one thing I would change about myself to please God is.... throttle myself and go to heaven?? ok no seriously... ummm this one's hard. I'm just a dufus, thick as a brick, a bit of a failure, I would become more tranquil and heavenly minded. 8. When I think about God's commands I feel... impossible, defeated, go jump, it's too hard, imposing, nuisance, burdened, I'll never be able to do it.... no fun, out of reach.. 9. Sometimes I wish God would... turn away. Not look at me. Leave me alone. Stop pressuring me. Just change me. Help me. Not stand around silently. Get involved. Work in me and through me. Help Himself. Glorify Himself, bless me, give me peace. Lift me up, heal me. Stop being so mysterious and out of reach for the average person. He was more tangible in the bible, but right now he's playing hide and seek. Show Up! Have a go! Do Something! Anything! 10. I can really depend on God when... When I operate in my gifts. When I let him lead me. When I give him control. 11. In my relationship with God, I'm always sure that He will... never leave me alone. Never give up on me. Always be there. Will be constant. Won't change his mind. Speak eventually. Won't let me struggle forever. Have a plan for me and a destiny. 12. The one thing that frightens me most about God is... He could get me out on a limb and hang me out to dry. Publicly humiliate me. Embarass me. I could try and do something by faith and He just might not show up and come through for me... 13. God surprises me when... He does something on his own without me making it happen through travail, prayer, confession, repentance, research, trying, believing... Like a breakthrough somewhere in my life that I didn't have to contrive. When He changes a paradigm in my mind and I see things totally different. That's cool. 14. One thing I'm afraid God will do is.... Let me crash and burn, go too far and tip me over. Fry me. Push me beyond my limit to cope emotionally or mentally. Apparently these are pretty standard answers. So it's no wonder the average Christian isn't close to God.
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Tuesday - Aug. 5, 2008
- 3:03 PM - WST
- #10
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prodigal employee
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The prodigal son had a plan. I'll say to him, Father, I've sinned against God, I've sinned before you; I don't deserve to be called your son. Take me on as a hired hand.' But the Father met him while he was still "way off". See the plan to become a hired hand, a worker, an employee is understandable when you've blown it. When you're a failure. When you're a broken wreck. A sinner. What more could you expect? Surely a worker in the house of God is better than a sinner in the kingdom of darkness. But it's way off. Waaaaay off. This is the plan I've been working to. So was Martha. Striving, working, driving, accomplishing, performing, achieving, obeying. And all the while, God has been working to defeat me. He has been meeting me "way off" to defeat my plan. His plan is that I become His son. The prodigal was a failure. A no hoper. Never achieved anything in his life. Worthless. And yet the Father made him worthy. A son once more. A son embraced, a son kissed, a son robed and shod, a son celebrated. No strings attached. Unmerited. Unearned. Here I am trying to do all the right things, trying to somehow make His death on the cross worthwhile, trying to achieve something for God with my life, all the while operating like an employee, doing all the right things like the older brother, yet never receiving the love of the Father. And all the while, the Holy spirit..."joins with our spirits to say we are God's children..." Father, defeat my miserable plan. Meet me "way off". Make me your son.
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Thursday - Jun. 26, 2008
- 8:25 AM - WST
- #9
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Walls
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I want to build a wailing wall. I was praying today and I saw it. I want to build it out of rough bricks with lots of cracks and light it up/ The wailing wall is the last part of the temple wall left remaining in Jerusalem after the Romans tore it down. It's a place of prayer. A place where people cry out to God. It's stuffed full of prayers and messages in the cracks. So it's a place of intercession. Dinu Mendrea
I want to make a wall at the start of next year that people can come and stick their prayers and messages into and offer them up to God. I'd love a massive cross to be built into the wall as well. It'll be like a giant rock facebook that you can post to the wall. And each Sunday we can turn toward the wall and pray for those on the wall that they might experience freedom. There's lots of references to walls in the bible. From anguish "my walls are broken down" to God "walling us in" in Hosea, to God's "walls being all around us" to watchmen on the walls, re-building the walls in Nehemiah, the enemy rushing on the walls, the walls of Jericho crumbling down, being taken and crucified outside the walls. I'd like to do a whole series on the wall. We are being built into the walls as living stones.
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Saturday - Jun. 21, 2008
- 7:55 PM - WST
- #8
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Listening to God
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As I've been digger deeper into my relationship with God, almost starting over, I've been exploring how I can just walk with Him in a friendship. I feel like the last 20 or so years have been knowing Him as God and serving Him as a servant. But it's long overdue - He wants me to become His friend. But what does that mean? What does that look like? Well, it's less academic. Less based on knowledge and intellect, and probably more on the heart - my weak spot. I used to be able to hear His voice better, but maybe better as a servant. Maybe getting the right information to do the job right, but that's all kind of dried up as God pushes me into this transition. Now I think He wants to speak as a friend, but I don't know how to listen like one, and it's like learning another language! So he's staring to give me some keys now. I think that being centred on Him is the key. Kind of locking on is a big part of it. So this is why reading His word and prayer at the start of the day is important. Mediation, breathing, speaking in tongues, anything to raise God-consciousness to the congitive level to centre our thoughts, feelings, ideas, rumblings on Him. It's the decency we would extend to any friend. You wouldn't go for lunch with a friend and read the paper. You would look them in the eye and engage right? So centering on God is looking Him in the eye at the start of the day, and saying today I'm going to walk with you, listen to you and be your friend. And I love the idea of checking in with God every so often "Lord what do you want to say right now? Lord what are you leading me to do right now? What do you want to show me about this?" "What are your thoughts?" Stilling is the other part. Be still and know. God was in the still small voice. It's having a still core. This is where peace is so critical. And if I don't have it, it's going to crowd out God's voice, because while he is persistent, he doesn't shout. That is, he might not get through today, but he will get through, because he loves me. But it's better to be still. Only the still get to know him as a friend. When we stop, there should be silence in our core. If there's buzz, or static, then it's not good. Maybe just stop every now and then and listen. If it sounds like the beach and it's clear and soft, great. You're poised to listen. If it sounds like peak hour, might need to go back to centering, or deal with the issue thats causing the rumbling. The other thing about God being my friend, is that I need to change my expectation of what he will talk to me about. He's not just going to give me orders, he's going to talk to me about stuff that interests Him, and stuff that interests me.
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Friday - Jun. 20, 2008
- 11:36 AM - WST
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Martin Luther on Faith
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Faith is not what some people think it is. Their human dream is a delusion. Because they observe that faith is not followed by good works or a better life, they fall into error, even though they speak and hear much about faith. ``Faith is not enough,'' they say, ``You must do good works, you must be pious to be saved.'' They think that, when you hear the gospel, you start working, creating by your own strength a thankful heart which says, ``I believe.'' That is what they think true faith is. But, because this is a human idea, a dream, the heart never learns anything from it, so it does nothing and reform doesn't come from this `faith,' either. Instead, faith is God's work in us, that changes us and gives new birth from God. (John 1:13). It kills the Old Adam and makes us completely different people. It changes our hearts, our spirits, our thoughts and all our powers. It brings the Holy Spirit with it. Yes, it is a living, creative, active and powerful thing, this faith. Faith cannot help doing good works constantly. It doesn't stop to ask if good works ought to be done, but before anyone asks, it already has done them and continues to do them without ceasing. Anyone who does not do good works in this manner is an unbeliever. He stumbles around and looks for faith and good works, even though he does not know what faith or good works are. Yet he gossips and chatters about faith and good works with many words. Faith is a living, bold trust in God's grace, so certain of God's favor that it would risk death a thousand times trusting in it. Such confidence and knowledge of God's grace makes you happy, joyful and bold in your relationship to God and all creatures. The Holy Spirit makes this happen through faith. Because of it, you freely, willingly and joyfully do good to everyone, serve everyone, suffer all kinds of things, love and praise the God who has shown you such grace. Thus, it is just as impossible to separate faith and works as it is to separate heat and light from fire! Therefore, watch out for your own false ideas and guard against good-for-nothing gossips, who think they're smart enough to define faith and works, but really are the greatest of fools. Ask God to work faith in you, or you will remain forever without faith, no matter what you wish, say or can do. An excerpt from "An Introduction to St. Paul's Letter to the Romans," Luther's German Bible of 1522 by Martin Luther, 1483-1546 Translated by Rev. Robert E. Smith from DR. MARTIN LUTHER'S VERMISCHTE DEUTSCHE SCHRIFTEN. Johann K. Irmischer, ed. Vol. 63 (Erlangen: Heyder and Zimmer, 1854), pp.124-125. [EA 63:124-125] August 1994
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Wednesday - May 21, 2008
- 7:59 AM - WST
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bitterness
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Listening to sermon on Hannah. Says she cried out in bitterness of heart and prayed. She was bitter because she couldn't conceive and because she was being tormented by the other wife, for her inability. I wonder why God did that? Maybe it was so she would cry out to Him, He could give her a miracle and she would dedicate him to God and he would become one of the greatest leaders the nation of Israel has ever seen. But the cool think for me is that IN HER BITTERNESS she cried out. IN HER BITTERNESS she prayed. She was sad. She was bitter. She was in pain. She was tormented, but it was in all of that, that she came to God. We could judge people for being bitter, for being sad, depressed, for being in torment, for being upset but what an awesome inspiration, she went to God IN her bitterness. Despite her bitterness. Regardless of her bitterness. She never blamed God, so she'd never slammed the door. And even though she was bitter, her avenue to the Lord was not blocked. She inspires me.
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Thursday - Nov. 29, 2007
- 1:31 PM - WST
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The route v The destination
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Larry Crabb says in Connecting "The centre of the Christian life, we should remind ourselves, is not about killing anything. The route to life is death, but the centre of life , the point of Christianity, is living together in the enjoyment of God. We die in order to live."
This is fantastic because every now and then some ridiculous legalistic religious hard-core christian fanatic pops up and accuses us of preaching life, prosperity blah blah when we should be preaching repentance, death to self etc.
Crabb is saying death is the route to the destination of life. I'd rather sell the destination - relationship with God, eternal life, freedom, blessing, peace, abundance and then when someone signs up and says they'd like to go there, then tell them the route. The other religious freaks have it arse about. They try and go hardcore and sell the route! That's like telling people to get on the bus. The bus has no windows. It's made only of steel. There are ste | | |