(Review) The Cry Of The Soul: How Our Emotions Reveal Our Deepest Questions About God by Dr. Dan B. Allender and Dr. Tremper Longman III

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Publisher and Publication Date: 1994. Republished by NavPress in 2015. My copy is 1994 hardcover.
Genre: Christian nonfiction. Psychology. Emotions.
Pages: 268.
Source: Self-purchase.
Rating: Excellent.

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I’ve read, Healing the Wounded Heart, and, To Be Told. Both of these books are by Dr. Dan Allender. I bought, The Cry Of The Soul from Amazon in their discount/used books section.

Inside the front cover explains, “Our dark emotions are much more than just uncomfortable feelings we struggle to control. They are windows into our heart. They are the cry of our soul.”

I did a little survey with people I know. I picked their brains about their “thinking.” I don’t remember the exact question, but their responses were similar: “I don’t like to think too much.” I wondered, “what is too much?” Is too much a teaspoon amount or a gallon bucket?”

On page 14, a statement similar to the above is about emotions and why we “avoid them.”

Part of understanding difficult emotions, however, is comprehending why we avoid them. The reason we don’t want to feel is that feeling exposes the tragedy of our world and the darkness of our hearts. No wonder we don’t want to feel: feelings expose the illusion that life is safe, good, and predictable.

People avoid deep thinking and difficult emotions.

On the other hand,

Excessive introspection can lead to a false sense of independence by giving us the illusion that we can exert control over our lives and become the masters of our fate. This path too easily leads to arrogance or confusion.
We encourage honest inward examination for the purpose of gaining wisdom-.” Page 17.

The focal Bible passages used in the book are from the Psalms.

This summer I’ve read several books on mental health. This binge is winding down. I have a few more to review and then I’ll be moving on. I do this every once in a while- read several books in a row on the same topic. This is usually in the summer when I have more time to spend on reading.

What I’ve taken away from this book, the number one idea, is emotions are not bad, they are beneficial and meant to be examined. I’m neither to ignore the emotion in stoicism, nor am I to focus excessively on them. Emotions are to be examined and processed. And, I am to bring the emotions before the throne of grace. God wants me to come to Him in transparency and humility.

Several interesting teaching points are in the book:
•Unrighteous anger. It interferes with satisfaction in life.
•Righteous anger. From page 76. “Righteous anger is called for when we see God’s glory violated.”
•From page 27. “God meets you in your weakness, not in your strength.” This is not what the world expects. The world expects strength.
•Shame. From page 199. “Our culture declares, “Shame arises because I am a victim and I feel bad about myself.” The Bible declares, “Shame arises because I am an idolater and I feel foolish when my idol topples.” I have a hard time with this statement. I’m not ready to say I disagree, but I don’t like it. I don’t like it because from where I am, shame has been experienced because of sexual abuse. I can understand the idol idea more because of the age I was (16-17), and the perpetrator was an abusive boyfriend. But what if I’d been 2. At the age of 2, I’d have no concept of what an idol is.

Over-all, I gave the book an excellent rating despite my one objection.

 

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(Review) Boundaries: When To Say Yes, How To Say No, To Take Control Of Your Life by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend

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Publisher and Publication Date: Zondervan. 1992. 2017.
Genre: Christian nonfiction. Psychology.
Pages: 352.
Source: Self-purchase.
Rating: Excellent.

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I read this book in the mid 1990s the first time. I don’t know where the original copy went. This is a great book to re-read. Always good to be reminded of having healthy boundaries.

In part one the book sets the tone:
“This book presents a Biblical view of boundaries….”
Boundaries are like a fence in my yard. The boundary defines, “what is me and what is not me…leading me to a sense of ownership.” Page 31.
This is a wonderful image to understand the definition of boundaries!

The book has three parts:
Part One: What are Boundaries?
Part Two: Boundary Conflicts
Part Three: Developing Healthy Boundaries

Several points in this book stood out:
Don’t let feelings take charge. Don’t ignore feelings, but don’t let them be in charge.
Take ownership of thoughts, emotions, and choices.
Set limits on people.
Ten laws of boundaries.
The after effects of changing our boundaries.
Avoidants and controllers.
Forgiveness and what it really means.

This is a highly recommended book from me.
It’s informative and life changing.
It’s understandable and applicable.
It’s a book to read and utilize in life.

(Review) Slouching Towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion

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Publisher and Publication Date: Open Road Media. 2017.
Genre: Essays.
Pages: 256.
Source: Library.
Rating: Excellent.

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Slouching Towards Bethlehem marks the third book I’ve read by Joan Didion. The other books are Blue Nights, South and West From a Notebook. I’ve a fourth book to read, from the library, The White Album.

The following link is a list of Didion’s books on Goodreads.

The official site for Joan Didion.

I’d seen the name Joan Didion. I knew she was an author. I’d not been motivated to read her books till a Netflix episode came on about her life. Now, she’s a favorite.

The essays were written in 1965, 1966, and 1967.

The book is in three parts.
Life Styles In The Golden Land.
Personals.
Seven Places Of The Mind.

I love essay writings. Not because they’re brief. But one of the goals is to hold my attention in order to share the candid perspective of an event.
What stands out to me the most about Didion’s writings is, it’s as if she is sitting next to me, and, telling me the story of what she’s seen and experienced. Her writings are personal. And they are straight-forward. She does not write with an agenda to prick my heart. She does not write with words to entice me to believe a certain way. She shares observations, conversations, and the thoughts and feelings she had while experiencing these memories. I love this!
My favorites from this book:
“Some Dreamers of the Golden Dream.” This is the story about love and death. I didn’t expect an essay on a woman accuses of murdering her husband. And, it’s the first essay in the book.
“John Wayne: A Love Song.” This essay is shared from the love of going to John Wayne films as a kid. Later, a quote stayed with her, “At the bend in the river where the cottonwoods grow.” This is a beautiful piece. It’s innocent and nostalgic and romantic.
In part two of the book. “Personals.” “On Keeping Notebook.” I saw a bit of her personality through this essay. She never been able to keep a diary, even though she is a writer. She wonders why she keeps a notebook and what it means. Is it about something else entirely?
“On Self-Respect.” This essay is my favorite. I love to think and ponder. This is a good essay to turn over in my mind.
A favorite quote:

To have that sense of one’s intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent. To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference. Page 147.

(Review) Still Life: A Memoir of Living Fully With Depression by Gillian Marchenko

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Publisher and Publication Date: InterVarsity Press. May 1, 2016.
Genre: Christian nonfiction. Memoir.
Pages: 192.
Source: Self-purchase.
Rating: Excellent.

For more information at the publisher: Still Life.

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Author Info: From IVP
Gillian Marchenko is an author, speaker, wife, mother of four daughters and advocate for individuals with special needs. Her memoir, Sun Shine Down, chronicles her experience having a baby with Down syndrome while serving as a missionary in Ukraine.

Gillian writes and speaks about faith, depression, imperfection, adoption and parenting kids with Down syndrome. With the Joni & Friends Chicago Teaching Team, she helped churches cultivate inclusive environments for individuals with disabilities and their families.

Gillian’s latest book, Still Life, follows her through the raw and realistic journey of living with chronic depression. She continually asks herself the question: How can she care for her family when she can’t even get out of bed? Through this journey, she learns that although there aren’t quick fixes, you can find hope in a life of depression.

She writes, “I wrote Still Life as an observation, a look at something a lot of people don’t know intimately, about something that those who do know about it hide: life with depression. I have depression and it has been hard on my family. I wanted to figure out a way to glorify God in the struggle and to use it for good. Hopefully, God willing, this book will do that. I wanted to show other Christian women who struggle with mental health that they are not alone.”

Amy Simpson, speaker and author of Troubled Minds and Anxious, writes, “Gillian Marchenko generously lets us know her and walk her journey, and in the process we grow to love her. You won’t find pat answers or bland reassurances here; you’ll find a real and courageous woman, a serious fight with mental illness and faith-fueled hope. If you live with depression or care about someone who does, you must read this book.”

In addition to being featured in numerous radio interviews and guest blogging on several websites, Gillian has written for publications such as Chicago Parent, Thriving Family, Gifted for Leadership, Today’s Christian Woman, Literary Mama, MomSense Magazine and EFCA Today. She and her husband Sergei spent four years as church planters with the Evangelical Free Church of America in Kiev, Ukraine, and they now live with their four daughters in St. Louis, Missouri.

Book Excerpt: From IVP
Where is Jesus in depression?
“Yes, but what about Jesus?” friends ask later on. It is a valid question. If others look at my life, I hope they’ll see that faith is important. I believe in the story that some people let waft through their minds only at Christmas: that Christ was born of a virgin, lived a perfect life, died a death we all deserve, so that we can have a bridge to God. Sergei is a minister. I spent years as a missionary in a foreign country. The point of my faith is that God came to me so that I can be with him.

What about Jesus? I think. When depression takes over, everyone in my life falls away, including him. I can’t pray, or read, or talk. When I am not stuck in a pocket of depression, I pray for help and healing. “Take this away, or at least help me figure out how to handle it better,” I whisper, expectant. But a concrete response doesn’t come. All I get is silence. How does one keep faith in silence?

There is a story in the New Testament about a woman who hemorrhaged and bled for years. Jesus walked by her one day in a village, and she reached out and grabbed on to his robe. Feeling power leave him, he turned to her and said, “Take heart, daughter; your faith has healed you” (Matthew 9:22). I thrust my hands out in front of me. I am a little girl lost in a dark house alone. I need to find that robe. I want to be healed. But there is no robe. My faith, so far, has not made me well.

Why doesn’t Jesus respond to my cries for help? Does he care? Is he even there? Don’t I have enough faith? * * * * * A Christian counselor once commented on people hiding from God. “Think about it. The very first people in the history of the world, Adam and Eve, hid from God when they realized their nakedness after eating the forbidden fruit. Hiding is instinctual,” he said.

I’m in no way the first person in the history of the world to hide, but I feel like I am. I hid from my family and friends and from God. I was so ashamed of the depth of my depression, of my menacing thoughts and lack of interest in life, that I found it easier to turn up the volume on my television show than to bow my head and pray.

My friend Anne once said that being around people when you are depressed is like being asked to heal your broken leg by running a marathon. Yes. Friendships fell away. People cared, but after a while they got used to my being off limits. . . . I stopped returning phone calls and didn’t answer email. My cognition slipped. I could no longer carry on a decent conversation. If I did, it was the most asinine, one-sided conversation imaginable. “I just saw it,” my friend Amy said one time after church. “I saw your mood crash.”

Two of my friends had babies and I didn’t congratulate them. I hid from my parents’ and my sister’s phone calls. My sister got the hint and stayed away. That’s what we do when one of us isn’t well. We give space and wait for the other person to get better, for them to come to us. My mom kept calling. I ignored her.

The girls watched me with wide eyes and stepped around me when they’d see me in the hallway or the kitchen. Sergei, now understanding the severity of my situation, started bringing my meals to my room. Sometimes I heard him on the phone with my mom and sister outside my bedroom door, talking about me. Yes, she’s in bed. We’re doing okay but I’ll let you know if you need to come. It sounded like he was whispering about a loved one in hospice.

His opinion had changed since that day I told him about major depressive disorder, because the woman lying in bed was no longer his wife. He sat near me and rubbed my back.

“Gillian, we are here for you. Please try. Pray. Let’s fix it. Talk to me.” I’d turn away. “Okay, then don’t worry about the kids. Don’t worry about anything. We’re all right. If you can’t get up, that’s okay, I guess. Just rest.”

Sergei had to wonder how we got here. I never imagined I would marry a pastor, and I don’t think either us could have guessed that one day he would be married to a woman who succumbed to major depressive disorder. His eyes sadly looked me over, and he left the room, closing the door.

You are a terrible mom. You are losing your mind. You are ruining your family’s life. You should swallow some pills and die.

My jaw grabbed hold of self-deprecating ideas, and in a sick way, they almost brought me comfort. Resignation. The ability to give up. The suspicion had existed inside me all along: my true identity looked more like this. This was who I should be.

When you are depressed, time becomes an enemy. You either have too much of it, like a sprawling Nebraska cornfield, or you’ve wasted it, your moments thrown into a heap and lit with a match. Burned up. Irretrievable. Each second holds an exorbitant amount of pain. It traps you. You feel each beat. Minutes are full and long as they crawl toward the new hour, and you do nothing but try to hold still and live through them. Time is wasted because you concentrate on living through each moment. You look back, you search your memory, but all you see is a heavy cloud of hurt, confusion and black. You don’t know what to do. You don’t know how to handle it. So you cower. You hide.

—Adapted from chapter three, “Major Depressive Disorder,” and chapter five, “Help”

My Review:
I recently read a book by Amy Simpson, Blessed Are The Unsatisfied: Finding Spiritual Freedom in an Imperfect World. In this book, Still Life is quoted: “I cannot begin to understand why so many, indeed all of us, struggle on earth. But when I think about the Trinity in perfect community with one another, I can’t help but think that our struggles and our pain pull community out of us sinners who otherwise would think we were happy and filled up with Facebook and Grey’s Anatomy reruns.” Quote from page 132 in Still Life. After reading this quote, I ordered the book from Amazon. The book by Amy Simpson will be reviewed soon.

I personally know people close to me who have mental health disorders. My son is bi-polar and has PTSD. He is doing well with medication and therapy. My husband has a depressive problem but will not acknowledge it. He will not follow his doctors advice. He will not take medication prescribed for depression. I’ve spent this summer reading books on this topic, as well as other similar topics. I’ve been married 35 years. My husband has had a depression problem since before I knew him. I’ve chosen to remain married despite this hardship.

Still Life, resonated with me in two strong ways:
1. The husband/father/caregiver. He cares for every function in the home, family, and Marchenko during her depressive episodes. I can relate to this first point.
2. A quote Marchenko on page 33. This quote gave me a new perspective of what it is like to have depression.

People assume depression is about emotions: a person is sad; a person is down. But I’ve come to realize that depression is about disappearing. you become nothing. Feelings fly away. There is no future. No past. Your body becomes a shell with nothing inside. And the deeper you fall into depression, the more you become a shadow of yourself and the harder it is to pretend that you are still you, that you are okay, because even you forget who you are.

Still Life is deeply personal and transparent. Of any other book I’ve read on this subject, Still Life, stands out in helping me to understand how the person is subsisting in the pit of depression.

Gillian Marchenko defines several symptoms in the depressive person: depression amnesia, assumes fault, sleeps most of the time, denial, negative thoughts, and tries to pretend.
She reached out for help by joining a depressive study. This led to searching for a therapist who worked with her and was supportive. Marchenko is quick to state medication is one of the steps, but therapy is important. It’s stressful to find the “right” therapist for the depressive person. It requires searching and interviewing. For a depressive person, the stress of looking for a therapist can be too much.
Through the book I saw pivotal moments. For example, when she realized “depression is an illness.”
Another example is from page 173.

I’m beginning to understand that for a lot of us health comes in layers. You make it through one level or layer, and you have to learn to be thankful for that, for getting that far. You don’t get healed with the switch of a wand. God doesn’t nod and change you. He is not the genie and her wiggly nose in I Dream of Jeannie…How can I live with depression? The answer is, “can.” The answer is, “live.” The healing is the living.

Marchenko’s husband is a pastor. His story is related to us by her voice. He is a remarkable person to be committed to Marchenko. He shows through as a person of enduring faith and love.

(Review) A Square Meal: A Culinary History OF The Great Depression by Jane Ziegelman and Andrew Coe

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Publisher and Publication Date: HarperCollins. August 16, 2016.
Genre: Nonfiction. History of eating during the Great Depression.
Pages: 336.
Source: Library.
Rating: Good.

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This is the first book I’ve read about a history of eating!
The Great Depression is one of my favorite topics to read. A book about eating during the Great Depression is something I had to read. My parents were children during this era. I’ve heard their stories about growing, preparing, cooking, baking, and storing foods. I wanted to hear how other American people ate.

In the front inside flap of the book, A Square Meal is explained as a history of eating during the Great Depression. Yes, the book covers this topic. However, the book begins with World War I and how the American soldiers ate on the battlefield. Additional surprises about this book is in the late 1800s nutrition in food was studied. By 1907, scientists were studying how deficient diets caused diseases like scurvy and rickets. Vitamin research was studied which led to an understanding of how Vitamins A and B can help people have a “healthy life.”
Chapter 3 moves on to the Great Depression years. In this chapter, the history of breadlines and the birth of the School Lunch Movement.

For many students, lunch was their only meal of the day; parents counted on it, not only for the sake of the child, but with one meal covered by the lunchroom, more food was left for the rest of the family. Page 79.

Schools not only provided food but clothing. Lunch meals were often cooked in Homemaking classrooms. On pages 80-81, a meal schedule is given as an example of what was fed to the students in “the New York school system.”
After the stock market crash in 1929, breadlines grew sharply in NYC. In 1931, there were 82 breadlines, feeding 85,000 meals a day. I was interested to learn it was single women who were apprehensive about taking food from a breadline. Women in this culture still were expected to be taken care of by a male figure. Single working women were frowned upon.
Other noted interests in this book: the history of Betty Crocker, casseroles, frozen foods; and the history of sharecropper farmers in rural areas.
I enjoyed reading this book. I’ve heard other reviewers remark-the book is not just about eating during the Great Depression, but I found the additional information about eating in the early 20th century fascinating. For readers who have an interest in the Great Depression this book is a beneficial!