Connection helps combat depression.


We were hardwired to interact, both with one another & God. Lone wolf, black sheep or not.

Knowing you have a soft place to fall, arms of support, a listening ear, backing when its needed and words of love- this is the kind of connection our soul cries out for from birth.

Its ultimately the cry for our Creator, which we are better able to grasp when we connect with one another.

Everyone wants to know they are:


VALVES for short.

Our heart beats with joy when its valves are working properly.

Our life is less blue, less lonely with the oxygen of connection.

Our soul can find rest, peace with healthy interaction.

Its time to connect.
Not just be acquainted with.

Acquaintance implies a distance, a holding back from one another. At times a hesitancy to place value on a new relationship.

Each person you meet might be one who deep down is seeking connection. To know they matter, to somebody.

You may be placed in their lives to model the ultimate connection…a lasting permanent relationship with God.

You cannot tell from the outside all that may be stirring on the inside of those you meet….but God can.

You are part of His plan for reaching those in desperate need of connection.  To point the way for them to find who it is they are truly looking for.

You may end up blessed in the process!

(Hey, for those of you who want to read a bit more about how connection helps fight depression, click the link below to be taken to a great blogging site by:
Dale Partridge)

and then there were two…

It is always interesting to me to find someone else who is thinking like me.

Not because I am such a great intellectual thinker, but because I look at things, as we all do, with my own unique viewpoint, based on my skills, gifts and life experiences.

Today, I reconnected with a good friend I hadn’t seen for a while, who it turns out feels a lot like I do about a few things on my mind right now.

Isn’t it a relief to be understood? Heard? Connected with?

There is another always there for me to drop by and visit. The kettle of kindness is always perking, the music of peace always playing in the background. The comfy couch of mercy, with soft pillows of joy and the throw blanket of hope, wait along with Love, the Designer of my heart, mind, spirit and soul. He is constantly ready for me to approach, jump on the sofa beside Him, keeping His ears perked to my every word, attentive eyes not straying from my face.

It was always meant to be a relationship; not rules, religion or rubric.

The two of us, hanging out, pouring our lives into one another. Always together, never apart.

Why do I resist this deepening?

Fear of being rejected.

No more fear.

I am heading for the couch.

And then, there were two.