I’m writing this at 2:53AM and sleep is elusive. I can feel the anxiety in my body — shortness of breath, wide awake, adrenaline pumping through my veins and a mind that races. This is new territory with a pandemic now being part of our global narrative. I know in my head that anxiety, for…
In July and August I wrote about burnout and the relational issues that contributed to my own journey. This month I am sharing my third and final installment of this series. You can read part 1 here and part 2 here. When burnout hits, you come to a fork in the road where one direction…
Last month I shared how I had to quit the job I loved. Ignoring the signs of burnout landed me in a medical leave of absence. You can read Part 1 here. How did I get to such a dark place without knowing what got me there? Over the course of a few months to…
In December of 2009, I sat across from my boss in a hotel lobby and said, “I am done.” I couldn’t take another minute of continuing to do a job I once loved. For years I had given the job all of my best energy and care, until what felt like an out-of-the-blue, 180 degree…
I want to share about moral formation versus spiritual transformation. Exhaustion and the path to slow burn out begins when we begin to live morally vs. spiritually. Moral formation is any attempt to grow or fix yourself to rid yourself of guilt or shame, trying to be good and pleasing to God. It’s always behavioral.…
Written by: Jarrod Justice The woman in the purple dress said, “My eight-year-old granddaughter was diagnosed with cancer this week—and I wanted a drink so bad.” The room fell silent. Suddenly I could feel my heart stand at attention. It was like a queen had entered, speaking to her most trusted advisers. We all…
May 20, 2016 The calendar says it has been 18 years. 18 times the 3rd weekend in May has come and gone. Some years I am more aware of it than others. Today I sit in the quiet listening to the rain. After this week, the rain is a welcome gift that makes being inside…
Recently I sat around a table with college girls I mentor and with an older, wiser woman from our church who had invited us over to her home. Mrs. Melinda began asking about each of us and it was not very long before we looked like we were shooting a commercial for Kleenex. As each…