Hope for the Hurting
Have you ever had something happen that just rocked your world, or took out your legs from beneath you?
I experienced just that when the doctor recently called unexpectedly to say, “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have cancer.”
I sat stunned for a few seconds before she broke into my wildly running thoughts, to ask if then was a good time to schedule surgery. I couldn’t think straight, much less talk on the phone and look at my calendar at the same time.read more
Yes, you read that right. I’m fairly certain I won’t ever forget the day I was diagnosed with cancer.
About a week earlier, I had shared what I thought was a very mild concern with my doctor. She then determined a biopsy was in order.
“A biopsy? Oh I hardly think all that is necessary,” I implored. Still she insisted.
“Okay—do as you like but I don’t think we need to make that big of a fuss over it. It’s more of an annoyance than anything.”
Honestly, I put it behind me and didn’t consider it again, until…read more
I was deeply honored to be interviewed recently on over a half dozen radio programs nationwide regarding the current state of violence and political unrest in the United States, from my perspective as a neuropsychologist and mental health provider. While the questions asked in each interview were varied, basically, each radio show host wanted to know how do we make sense of the violence in America, and what do we do about it?
Despite the tragic recent events in America, I maintain that we can still have hope.read more
The sting of comparison hurts, doesn’t it? Oh how many times I have written or spoken about the fact that comparison steals our joy. Yet, I did it again. I took my eyes off God and His promises and looked with desire at what God is doing in and through others, wishing that was me. I’m not proud of it. In fact, it brings a bit of shame and embarrassment. My heart’s desire is to be content with what God is doing in, through, with, and for me.
“But Lord, you promised…” I pleaded as I recalled words spoken over me and to me years ago. “I just don’t understand what’s taking so long. Did I hear you incorrectly?”read more
“How can I help my depressed husband?”
“How do I help my wife who is depressed?”
“How can I be helpful to my depressed friend?”
These are all questions I frequently hear.
October is Depression Awareness Month and I would be remiss if I didn’t also try to help those who have depressed loved ones.
There’s a Book Giveaway so be sure to read to the end!read more
Dear Dr. B,
I’m a man in my 60’s. Depression has been my Goliath as long as I can remember. I am a believer that has a fairly good grasp on Gods word. Yet I can’t muster the joy and happiness that the Word says is mine. I’m reading your book, “Hope Prevails: Insights From a Doctor’s Personal Journey Through Depression” and have the companion “Hope Prevails Bible Study.” At times, I’m out of hope. A saying I learned as a professional airline pilot describing a crash site was, “The place where the pilots ran out of altitude, airspeed, and ideas all at the same time.” I’ve been close to that place more times than I can count. Can I realistically shed this Goliath in my life?
Ready for Joy
By 2020, depression will be our greatest epidemic worldwide. It already is our greatest cause for disability nationally. Nearly twice as many women as men suffer with depression. In fact, every year, almost 18 million women in the U.S. suffer. If you’re not one who does or has suffered from depression, I guarantee you know someone who has, who is, and who will. I’m one of them. There’s a Book Giveaway so be sure to read to the end!read more
A letter filled with scripture and God’s promises to stand on for the one struggling with depression.
Dear One, I know you are in pain…
You feel as if you can’t sink any lower, and that no-one understands.
But I do. I’ve been there…you know I have….
Weddings. Holiday parties. Birthday celebrations.
They are all supposed to be happy and joyous. But what about when you’re battling depression?
I remember the year my mother died. Only a few months later, the holidays were upon us, and I sat at the foot of the Christmas tree sobbing. “I’m not ready to be the matriarch of the family!” I couldn’t muster up the happiness, joy, or peace we sung about in the Christmas carols. I just wanted to forget the holiday, and forget my grief, and yet I couldn’t.read more
I remember it as if it was yesterday. I stared into the mirror but didn’t recognize the reflection gazing back at me.
Who was she? How did she get here? When did it happen?
I had fallen into depression’s pit.
My productive life turned into a struggle for existence.
As I surveyed my bathroom vanity, the signs of my normal life remained: toothbrush and toothpaste, vitamins, makeup…but the motivation to engage no longer existed.read more
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