The battlefield of the mind

Some people just leave impressions on your life, even when you don’t know them on a deep level. Today my husband and I attended a military funeral for Lieutenant Colonel (Retd.) Richard ‘Skid’ Dorney MBE at Salisbury Cathedral. Skid came up through the ranks of the Grenadier Guards. A true leader who was compassionate and always had time for people. On retirement from the guards he continued his work in supporting those with mental health issues, particularly those effected by trauma and PTSD. Setting up a company called Strong Mind Resilience  https://strongmindresilience.co.uk/ delivering courses on mental health first aid, suicide awareness, and much more. 

In the eulogy we were reminded that Skid would say, ‘there are no atheists on the battlefield.’ When we are facing death in the face then you have to be a brave man or woman to deny God’s existence. 

So are you strong minded? Do you know what you want and are clear in what you believe in? How is your resilience to life? Are you battling alone and failing miserably? We all need help once in a while and there is no shame in asking for that help, quite the opposite. Courses and training can help in overcome and living with many things. Talking and therapy can help to but so can prayer. Whatever you are feeling or thinking or worrying about right now why not talk to God about it? Prayers don’t need to be elegant and you don’t have to hold anything back. If you are angry, even angry at God tell him. Get it out your system. If you are confused and don’t know where to start God even listens to and understands our groans. Actually, he already knows how we feel and is aware of all that goes on in our lives but we still have to do our bit and come to him. We have free choice. God honours that. So what do you choose? 

Look up, instead of inward. Know that God loves you. Yes, even you. No matter what you have done, or how long you have denied him and pushed him away. He awaits you on that battlefield and when that last post sounds. 

Are you a JOMO?

I learnt a new word today, well acronym, JOMO ‘the joy of missing out’. It’s a good thing. It means being happy with what you are doing. It’s opposite being FOMO, ‘the fear of missing out’. I’m definitely more a JOMO. Being a Jo it seems very apt. I’m quite happy with my own company and have been known to miss the odd party in favour of time home alone watching well, Home Alone. OK, well maybe not that particular film. Actually, I watch most types of films except horror. 

I was asked my favourate film once at an interview. My response was Predator, the original 1987 version with Arnie Schwarzenegger, who along with his team of commandos, is tracking down an Alien who is not easily seen. Do watch the film if you haven’t seen it. It’s one of those films I have to watch if it comes up on TV. I passed the interview despite my dodgy choice. I made them laugh anyway. I should point out here that the interview was part of the selection and discernment process for Baptist Ministry. God moves in mysterious ways! The best part comes at the very end when the alien starts laughing. I’m sure the film prepared me well for ministry. Laughter and the ability to blend in are probably more useful than being able to fire a M134 mini gun. Although there are times….. 

I love to laugh! Singing, laughing, and walking are my stress busters. I have been known to do all three at the same time but more commonly not. So what makes you happy? 

Travelling slowly

Well the last couple of months I’ve travelled very slowly, or at least life has had to slow up, having had some major surgery. ‘The slower you travel the more you learn’ is a quote by Alice Morrison. Morrison once cycled across Africa, well raced to be precise. She’s an interesting character. Check out her website: https://alicemorrison.co.uk/about-alice-morrison/ if you want to know more. 

This particular quote is printed across my t-shirt, my walking t-shirt. Well, the t-shirt itself doesn’t actually have legs so doesn’t walk by it’s self but I occasionally take it out for a walk. I now have visions of my t-shirt on a lead being taken for a stroll around the park as you would a dog. 

I digress… back to the walking whilst wearing said t-shirt and the quote….

I’ve always found solace whilst I walk. It’s one of those thin places for me where I feel closest to God. I have felt frustrated post-op that I have not been able to go out for my normal yomp around the hills instead I’ve had to build up slowly. Walking a couple of hundred yards took all my effort. Slowly I increased my walk by 5 minutes a week.  It was a major milestone being able to finally complete the walk around the block that I did so much of during lockdown when, in the UK, we were not allowed to drive unnecessarily, including driving anywhere to go for a walk.

Sometimes God slows us down particularly if we have been hurtling around too quickly to connect with him. Lots of people were poorly over Christmas with coughs, colds, and covid. If we don’t slow down our body gets sick anyway and there is enforced rest. So, in the slowing down what do we see? What do we hear? What do we smell? What do we sense? What have we learnt? If we can’t answer those questions perhaps we need to slow down even more? 

I’m still not up to speed on the walking. Well, the pace is there but not the distance. It’s quite frustrating really I will be glad when I can get out more, but in the waiting and recuperating I’m learning. Learning to be more reliant on God and drawing closer to him.