I am a family of origin

I am a family of origin

Parenting towards adulthood

There’s one thing in common with every marriage course I’ve been to and every marriage book I’ve read. Somewhere at the beginning, they talk about your family of origin.

What kind of marriage did your parents have? How did they make decisions? How did they resolve conflict? My husband and I have been through the conversation numerous times, exploring how the family each of us grew up in has influenced the people we are today and the way we relate to each other in our marriage.

The conversation has always been about us, examining and critiquing our parents.

Then the perspective changed for me, big time. As our children have grown into young adults and have left home to begin their own marriage and build their own lives, I realised that I was now the family of origin.

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Joy: An Indicator of Spiritual Health

Joy: An Indicator of Spiritual Health

I chose Joy as my ‘one word’ for this year because it is a spiritual health indicator for me. Let me explain...

At my obstetrician check-up six weeks after giving birth, the first question he asked was, “Have you had intercourse yet?” That was a confronting question. Then he explained why he was asking about my sex life. It was an indicator. If I had not healed physically from giving birth, if I were not coping with my role as a new mother, if I had severe sleep deprivation or post-natal depression, the answer would be ‘No.’

Aparently, sex is the first thing to disappear from a new mother’s life when she is not going well. It is an indicator of general health and well-being.

For me, joy is an indicator of spiritual health and well-being.

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My Secret Double Life

My Secret Double Life

The Challenge of Authentic Private Faith

I went to a funeral a few weeks ago. I didn’t know the gentleman well, and it has been many years since I have seen him, but there was something in me that wanted to be at the service celebrating his life. I go to funerals regularly for work. I don’t like them, and it’s rare for me to choose to go out of my way to attend the funeral of someone I barely know, but this one felt different. 

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Are we There Yet?

Are we There Yet?

A Mother's Encouragement to Persevere 

"Are we there yet?" I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard it from your kids, but I heard it from mine, a lot. I moved from Yeppoon to go to uni and married a Brisbane boy. He was building a business and it was pretty clear pretty soon that if I wanted to spend more than a few days a year with my family I would have to learn to drive to Yeppoon with the kids by myself. And so I did. At least once and often twice a year I would pack up my 3 kids and hit the road. 700kms of road, each way. And so...

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Same Run, Different Day

Same Run, Different Day

You can't always judge success by the way you feel.

I’ve had a few crazy busy weeks with extra stuff on that has messed up my usual routine. For two weeks in a row I had events scheduled on Thursday evenings, which is when I usually attend my group fitness class. I go on Monday nights as well, but when I work out once a week I get too sore the next day, and it isn’t fun anymore, so I try to go at least twice a week.

My husband, on the other hand, is a runner...

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When the Reading Plan gets to Leviticus

When the Reading Plan gets to Leviticus

When good intentions meet real life

I’ve been following the Read Scripture Bible reading plan every day since the beginning of the year. It’s been great. Genesis is great reading, with dysfunctional families that make a season of Revenge seem boring. Exodus is full of excitement and miracles displaying God’s power. Then, we get to Leviticus. It’s been the downfall of many well-intentioned Bible readers before me, and for good reason. It’s a hard slog!

Many new year good intentions hit a Leviticus just a few short weeks in. The dreaming and planning is finished and it’s time to get things done. The inspiration of a new year full of possibilities and opportunities get us started enthusiastically and carry us for a while, and then we hit Leviticus...

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I Quit

I Quit

I’ve had enough. I don’t want to do this anymore. That’s it. I’m done. I give up.

It’s been a big year, and I’ve had enough. Enough suffering, pain and tragedy. Enough dishes, enough washing, enough grocery shopping. Enough packing and unpacking and sorting and decluttering. Enough of my kids exams and graduations and milestones. Enough driving in traffic and finding something healthy for lunch and deciding what to wear to work. I’m tired and I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of Christmas already and I haven’t done one thing to prepare yet. I’m tired of everything and everyone and I want to quit...

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