Why They Call It a Crazy Train

There are reasons people call it a Crazy Train

Huffing, puffing, fuming

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Like a train, crazy is big. It’s heavy. It can’t be steered–only directed by planned pathways. It’s loud and dangerous. It’s thundering and crushing. It carries virtually incalculable weight.

However, it can be jumped from provided one accounts for the risks and pain of jumping. And–with great amounts of effort, energy, and time–it can be stopped.

Crazy momentum

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Mental Illness and the Christian Church

The Church can be a very sorry companion for the mentally ill, but also can be the greatest source of hope

Someone sent this article to me, and I found it short, but so beneficial, that I had to share it here.

Looking at the world through a glass, darkly

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Brandon W. Peach writes about many topics, but his understanding and experience with mental illness and the Church’s broadly (but not always) ill-conceived overall response to it–as well-intended as it may be–is more encouraging than anything else.

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Grey

She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She would change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright

–Dave Matthews

Usefulness of Frailty

Usefulness of frailty

Blessed are the shallow
Depth they’ll never find
Seems to be some comfort
In rooms I try to hide

Exposed beyond the shadows
You take the cup from me
Your dirt removes my blindness
Your pain becomes my peace

Frail, Jars of Clay

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Resetting the sails

“It is the set of the sails, not the direction of the wind that determines which way we will go.”
–Jim Rohn

Setting the sails

Setting sails

I have spent a lot of time waiting for the right wind. The wind that feels right, smells right, seems convenient…the wind will just blow when and where it will. The right sails can use any wind.

I’m resetting my sails.

Scarecrow of the Family

I realized today that I have long been nominated and enabled to be the family scarecrow.

Scarecrows have one job—one state of being—and that is to intimidate. They are to scare away the intruders who come to steal the crops. Unfortunately, they make us all sad for probably the same reason: once their bluff is called, they cannot fight. They cannot come down and take action. They become a joke when even the birds realize it’s just another perch.

I have stood long behind my family, silently, trying to ward off evil forces, but only as a façade.

I intend to keep getting down…