Doing Better

I actually did write a bit yesterday–expanded an article somewhat. I need to write my MCIR article this week–hopefully this afternoon when I get in from work. I will be going to the office today so pray that I get a lot done there since I can focus better there than I can at home.

I want to ask for prayers too about my latest commitment–my church printed up a Bible devotional that lasts for forty days on the promises of God. I have started on it because it has been a long time since I had a regular time to meet with God. So far I am taking time in the morning to read the readings and learning about how to pray and really focus on what God may say to me. Prayer really does need to be a conversation rather than a monologue. So that is where I am now. Pray that it’s not a commitment, but a surrender to what God wants in my life.

We went to our youngest’s band concert last night and really enjoyed that. They finished with a Star Wars/Jurassic Park/ET medley which is always a risk for a group–everyone knows what those songs are supposed to sound like so every little mistake can stand out. But they did really well, and my youngest had fun. So we will see how it goes for her this week. Next week starts exams so she is nervous about that.

I suppose I need to get my water bottle and head out for work. Hope everyone has a good day today. Thanks for reading!



Last night I went to church and had a major revelation from God–eleven years ago I had been hurt very, very deeply by someone I was very close to. I had hurt that person during a bipolar episode, and they lashed out and hurt me back. The months dragged by in a standoff. Afterwards, we were still close, but I had lately been reminded of that time and had determined I was not going to be hurt like that again by them, and if it came down to the same situation, I was going to cut off contact, which would have had severe ramifications on my life and theirs, as well as on other people as well.

My pastor talked about making “inner vows”, hardening your heart against people who had hurt you in the past and against anyone in the future who might try to hurt you in the same way. I became convinced that I had not actually, truly, forgiven this person in a heartfelt way. At the end of the service, we had a prayer time, and to make a long story short, I spoke with someone that I had this hardness in my heart and wanted to be rid of it. After prolonged tears and prayer, I said those words and begged God to make them true.

Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself. My time was not well-spent thinking about how this person had hurt me and how I was going to hurt them back the next time. My mind was slowly being poisoned by this inner vow I had made. I had to let go of this hardness and not hold it against that person. And I believe I did. I believe I am free of the resentment and the anger. Otherwise, I would not be taking pains here to obscure their identity and to not name the hurts and the offenses. It is in the past. I believe I can now step into the future with hope and love and a new sense of purpose. God knew my heart, and my self-righteous anger was killing me.

I think one element in the healing was that I did not get a sermon from the someone I spoke with at church. She did not tell me that the other person had a right to hurt me because I had hurt them first. She told me that my sense of being wronged was understandable and acknowledged that it was real. But she reminded me of the consequences of unforgiveness–bitterness, a hardened heart, and a barrier between me and God. Reminded me that the benefits of forgiveness outweighed the “benefits” of unforgiveness. So I forgave. And now I am free.

Mental Illness

Guns are a touchy subject in America.  So is mental illness.  It’s hard to talk about either one in polite company.  That being said, watching people suddenly characterize *all* mass  shootings as  a mental illness problem is disconcerting, to say the least.  It unfairly stigmatizes those of us with diagnosable mental illness as  murderers-in-waiting, just biding our time until we find a “reason” to go out and shoot up the Wal-Mart.

Background checks won’t find out who has a mental illness and who doesn’t.  That information is in our medical records, protected by HIPPA.  Background checks may find out if someone has a history of interactions with law enforcement. They may also find out who has a civil commitment to a mental hospital in their records, but not all of us with mental illness have been committed by a court.

After my second hospitalization for suicidal thinking, my husband removed  all his guns from the house.  After my first one, he had locked them all away, but it was easy for me to find the key.  So they all were sent to my in-laws’ house, and there as far as I know they stay.  That was hard on my husband, who had been brought up with guns all his life and loved to hunt.  But once he realized that they were  too easy for me to access, he did the smart thing and got them out of my reach.  But he was protecting me from hurting myself, not other people.

What needs to change in America are people’s hearts. That is not a cop-out statement.  It’s not hard to ignore God when you’ve never heard of him.  It’s not hard to shoot children when you’ve been taught that human life is worthless.  And it’s not hard to lash out in anger in truly horrific ways when you believe that you will not encounter  any kind of final judgement.  I pray we will have a spiritual revival in America that changes us as individuals and as a society.

Unusual Posting

I know I usually don’t post on Sundays, but today was unusual enough that I feel a need to. I have truly been struggling as of late as to what my path is supposed to look like.  Longtime readers of this blog know that I have tried for a long time just to focus on the day in front of me,  to survive it, because it felt like all I could do.

Now I am in a better place with my diagnosis.  I felt like I could try to plan for the future, figure out where I needed to be and what I needed to be doing.  Part of that was getting my MFA.  I knew that was the next thing.  But now I’m getting close to finishing, and I’ve felt a leading to go ahead and plan what the NEXT next thing would be.

I still have that “nice maybe” opportunity glistening out there for me, but I’m having to wait for some dominoes to fall into place for it to happen.  I am having to wait on God for that to happen, and I am getting terribly impatient with it.  So impatient that I’ve spent the past week praying silently for something, anything to happen to show me that I was on the right track. That I haven’t wasted my entire life trying to write and help others through that writing.  ALmost to the point of unhealthy fixation I have been praying for a sign.

So today’s sermon really hit me between the eyes.  It was about what to do when you feel like giving up. And I was on the edge of my seat, listening for the answers.  Because this week I have considered giving up, in more ways that one.  I had worried myself literally sick, mentally and physically.  SO I listened.

I got the answer I was looking for–God is in charge.  Don’t give up.  Get back to work. And know that God is working his plan, not yours.  So I am back to focusing on just every single day trying to do the next thing to be done that day.  Because I can’t be trusted to look beyond that.  I end up just like Elijah in the text today, wanting to quit everything because it’s not being done on my timetable.  My stability seems to depend on not looking too far ahead and not focusing on what could come about as the result of my own strength.  But on working on God’s timetable and being patient.

So I went down and asked for prayer for clarity and for patience for God to work out whatever he wants to work out in my life.  If my weakness is impatience, I’m certainly aware of it, and know I need for God to work on it  every single day.  So pray for me to be 1) patient and 2) obedient to whatever I am called to do.

I feel a peace today that I haven’t felt in months.  I need patience and obedience. I know that God knows my heart and how I feel about my calling to write and how frustrated I have been.  But I can’t keep building castles in the air about my life.  I need to focus on the simplicity of every day as I go through it, doing whatever I am called to that day.  God has his hand on it all–today and tomorrow and the time to come.  Pray for this peace to continue and for me to continue to pray through my frustrations and spiritual aches and pains.  Thank you for your prayers.


A bit of background. My knees have been giving me trouble for about two and a half years. I had an MRI done on my right one and it showed weakness in the kneecap. I started favoring it and naturally, the other one started giving me trouble. I haven’t been able to do stairs naturally without pain for this long. My knees would creak on every stair I took.

Yesterday I went to church and suddenly during worshipping Jesus, BAM! my right knee completely cuts out. I have to sit down. I started praying to Jesus for it to stop hurting. It did somewhat, but I stayed sitting for a while. Brother David Jett started preaching about miracles. I felt the pain completely dissipate. I told Bob at the invitation that I was going to go pray–I didn’t tell him what about.

As I started down the steps I went down them naturally. A little clicking, no pain. I kept going. The clicking stopped. I went and spoke with Brother Jon Graef and told him I had been healed in my knees on my way down to pray. We praised God right there and I told Brother David Jett after service.

I am completely pain free with no clicking of the knee joints at all with no medical intervention. PRAISE THE ONE WHO PAID MY DEBT AND RAISED THIS LIFE UP FROM THE DEAD!

(Check out my vlog on YouTube un the channel “Julie Whitehead” where I fill in more details.  Thanks to all who read and walk away praising God!)


Went to church last night and got a really good sermon on just the issue I have uncovered in therapy–about trusting God when you’re in a trial.  I prayed that God can take what’s been uncovered in my life and change it to where I trust in him, not in a person, whether it’s Bob or just whoever is handy.  I really hope I can make this trust a reality in my life, which likely means some trials are coming my way soon.  I’m not looking forward to that, but if it takes that to put trust in God and not a man, then I suppose I’ll just have to go through it to thoroughly learn the lesson.

I don’t know what this means for the fiction I write. ALl my stories have heroines that have followed the same pattern as I have, falling into a trial or temptation and getting involved with a man or looking for validation in a man the same way I have been. I’ve always been puzzled at the reactions that my heroines get when people read my fiction, but it’s because I was programmed that way as a child and didn’t know that other people don’t think that way.  Now that I know what kind of impulse I have been writing out of, I don’t know if I can find other subjects for my fiction and create more believable characters.  I will have to pray about that as well.

Please pray for me that I can make this faith journey without putting other people in my life into jeopardy.   That I can make it real in my life in the small things to be prepared for bigger things likely down the road,

Last Night

I feel like ever since the sermon last night about going through a storm in your life, I have been locked in a spiritual battle.  I couldn’t go to sleep last night so I prayed so hard until I finally did pass out.  I know what I believe God’s will for my life is.  I’m just impatient to start realizing it.  I need to get small things published in order to get big things published.  I need to write what God tells me to write, just like the prophets in the Bible did.  But I feel stuck in a rut of a) self-determination and b) unbelief that I can’t get out of.

Old habits die hard.  I’m used to pushing, moving, and shaking to make things happen in my life.  This waiting is driving me straight up the wall.  I prayed so hard last night for clarity–some kind of light in the darkness.  It hasn’t come yet. I know everything I write here reaches somebody that needs to  hear it. I am doing really, really well considering my diagnosis of bipolar disorder and my history of it.  Maybe I should be satisfied with that.

But I’m so restless.  And bored. And tired of feeling like a parasite.  I want to somehow earn my way back into a productive life. I feel like God wouldn’t have given me the desire to do more if I didn’t have the ability and the fortitude to do it.  But the impatience is starting to get the better of me.  I’m scared that in my desire to do SOMETHING I’ll end up doing the wrong thing.

All this to say–pray for me.  I need a breakthrough to confirm I’m on the right path, however winding it is. Or I might just lose faith in the path altogether.  I don’t want to drop out of the Christian life.  I want to do God’s will.  But I need clarity of how to do it.


Right Back Up. . .

Back to high energy, which started last night.  TOok me forever to fall asleep last night, and I am awake this morning.  I’ve finished decorating for the Christmas Party and have started on my Christmas cards–I did all of Bob’s work cards and am about to start on my Sunday School class cards. WE’re going to need new cards–these  I bought on sale last year at the Hallmark Store and I’m almost out already.   They’re Snoopy cards! 🙂  Hopefully I can find some more like them for my family.

Last night’s sermon was so applicable to what I’ve been going through.  I went and accused the pastor of reading my blog :).  He talked about how Rachel and Leah, Jacob’s wives, competed for him and his love by having children and how their identity got bound up in that, which was the only status symbols available to them in that time.   Leah wanted Jacob’s love but didn’t get it no matter how many children she had, so God brought her to where she finally realized God was what she needed.  Rachel had Jacob’s love but it wasn’t enough–she wanted children like Leah had. And God had to bring her to a place of brokenness to where she realized all she had was GOd–and he was what she needed.

What this tells me is that I’m not going to find my identity anywhere but in Jesus and be satisfied.  Not in publishing or in motherhood competition or anywhere else.  I need to keep reminding myself of that and doing what I can operating out of that truth. So.  We will see what GOd does with this truth in my life.



Another Good Day

Today went fairly well considering how tired I’ve been. I got all my laundry cleaned up yesterday and will work on Bob’s tomorrow.  I  worked up dinner, nothing very complicated tonight after doing something fairly complex last night.  BUt I’m trying.

That is the most frustrating thing–I keep trying and trying and feel like I am getting nowhere in  my life.  I just asked God flat out this afternoon what was I supposed to be doing RIGHT NOW.   And I got the scripture from Ecclesiastes 3 1-8.  “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.  A time to be born and a time to die.  A time to plant and a time to uproot.  A time to kill and a time to heal.  A time to tear down and a time to build.  A time to weep and a time to laugh.  A time to mourn and a time to dance. A time to scatter stone and a time to gather them.  A time to embrace and a time to refrain.  A time to search and a time to give up.  a time to keep and a time to throw away.  A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.”

So okay. I know that. l get that.  But what is it you want me to do now?  What season am I in?  I still don’t know the answer.  All I know is how to put one foot in front of the other and  do the best I can.