Authenticity Always

Attribution: MOPS

Attribution: MOPS

Several years ago I signed on to volunteer with Mothers of Preschoolers aka MOPS. I first signed on as a childcare worker and lover, and then moved up the ranks to mentor mom, one who has “been there, done that.”

In our training, a word I knew but never connected with the who that I am jumped to the forefront of my awareness. That word is “authenticity.” As authenticity relates to the world around me, it means real, honest, truthful, the real thing, nothing hidden. And you probably can think of others.

But I learned a new authenticity in my MOPS training. Although it involved all the above, it specifically meant I had to be the one showing and sharing all those qualities, not some product advertised on TV or sitting on store shelves or hanging on a rack.

As the verse above from Isaiah mentions, God was doing a new thing in me. He was making me accountable for who I am, not only to the persons I was interacting with but with family, friends, and myself.

Talking to a young mother I learned to speak openly about the difficulties of parenting a new infant, sharing the trials I experienced with colic, sleepless nights, a husband who didn’t help, the laundry, trying to balance housecleaning chores, cooking, and baby. I could not sugarcoat the realities of what I had experienced.

This young mother needed to know I knew what it was like to be in her shoes, in her skin, in her days. In order to do that I needed to share who I was when I was a young mom.

What was even harder was sharing about when my first marriage faltered, and the father of my child and I separated. This was something I didn’t willingly share with everyone. However, God placed a young mother struggling with separation and a young child in her arms for whom she had become solely responsible. It was my big test!

I thought long and hard about telling her the truth of my story, but God nudged and I knew she needed to know I truly understood because yes, I had been there. “Be real, authentic” God kept nudging. And I did.

We all need to bravely be ourselves, be authentic always with those around us.

We need to give up conforming to this world, attempting to fit in, or speaking so others believe we agree when we don’t. It means we need to be real, really who we are, really His.

What God wants from us is authenticity — the act of being who He created us to be.

Can you be that for Him, for yourself, for others? Think about your life and if you have a story to share about your authenticity, won’t you share it with us below?

Linking up on Monday with:

Kelli Woodford at Unforced Rhythms

and on Wednesday with:

Holley Gerth at Coffee for Your Heart
Jennifer Dukes Lee at #TellHisStory

Understanding Mental Health Issues

Attempting not to overdo the activity and obvious loss many, including myself, feel at the loss of Robin Williams in recent days, I have avoided posting anything here. However, the loss in our community of a well-known musician by suicide this past week made it incumbent on my heart that I share my feelings with you.

I feel strongly that our country and its states, filtering into counties, parishes, cities and towns, are not doing enough to serve those suffering from a variety of mental illnesses.

In my family, my father was a recovering alcoholic by the time I was born and I believe his alcoholism may have been directly tied to depression and a history of loss of family from the time he was a mere four years old. My mother, emotional and verbally abusive to my siblings and me, may herself have been diagnosed as bipolar if the medical community had known then what it knows now. A half-sister suffered depression and attempted suicide more than once. Other family members were alcoholics.

I have been touched by mental illness and often wondered why there was no one to help these precious family members in bigger and better ways.

Saturday morning just past we began our day like always. Breakfast together and our morning devotional from The Upper Room. My husband finished reading and said simply, “Powerful story.” And it was. I want to share it with you here because I believe it underscores a large part of what must happen to make change occur in the lives of those suffering mental health issues:


Saturday, August 23rd, 2014

Read Matthew 6:25-34

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Happy are those who trust in the Lord. . . . They will be like trees planted by the streams, whose roots reach down to the water.

– Jeremiah 17:7-8 (CEB)

Twenty-five years ago I was transferred to a group home some distance from my family and friends. I had suffered from alcohol dependence and was diagnosed with schizophrenia. I greatly needed the assistance of mental health professionals.

Each year, my mother takes me to visit my relatives. On those occasions, I have grown to admire a lovely painting in my aunt’s home. It depicts a wide variety of colorful flowers. The painting has drawn me to another understanding of my life by encouraging me to grow and develop wherever God has placed me, as these magnificent blossoms have grown where they were planted. Jesus reminds us that the wild lilies of the field are not anxious about their role in life; they radiate with God’s purpose by being themselves.

I find satisfaction and great joy in the place where God has planted me. I have not consumed alcohol in over 13 years. I have developed loving relationships in the church I attend. After several changes in treatment, my medication therapy has brought about successful results. I want to be like one of the flowers in my aunt’s painting, planted in this lovely family of mental health residents.

The Author

Howard David Glawson (North Carolina, USA)

Thought for the Day

We can thrive where God has planted us.


Dear God, help us to find peace where we are, even in the midst of trauma. Give us the power and grace to overcome mental illness and all obstacles to abundant life. Amen.

Prayer Focus: Mental health patients


To me it was clear that Howard David Glawson had been blessed in many ways with respect to his mental health issues.

First, he obviously had family and friends who cared so much that they worked diligently to find just the right place to offer care and treatment. After all, Howard has lived in the group home for 25 years now.

Second, Howard himself realized the depth and serious nature of his illness:

 I greatly needed the assistance of mental health professionals.

Third, his mother has made efforts to keep Howard connected to his family by taking him each year to visit relatives. And it was in the home of an aunt he became familiar with a painting which spoke to him. This painting has taken him to a level of understanding his circumstances as in an analogy of “growing where you are planted.” Like the lilies of the field, he found a comfort in knowing he need not be anxious but radiant with God’s purpose for him.

And lastly, Howard has found joy and satisfaction in the garden God has chosen for him. He is alcohol-free for 13 years, attending church regularly, has developed loving relationships there, and has experienced success with medical treatment.

His last sentence will always resonate with me when I struggle with the simple daily frustrations of my life:

 I want to be like one of the flowers in my aunt’s painting, planted in this lovely family of mental health residents.

If we were able to give each of the people suffering from mental illness the love and encouragement that Howard has received, we would be well on our way to eradicating the terrible losses caused by insufficient care and treatment.

I am not so foolish to not understand that it takes money, facilities, physicians and nurses, a willingness on the part of adults who are suffering to accept their situations and the help if available, and not all can be saved.

But there is a place to start, and this we can do:

  • Understand that we are not all mentally balanced equally.
  • Also understand some situations are beyond the control of the person affected.
  • Do not look the other way just because you suspect someone is mentally ill.
  • If you see someone struggling, say a silent pray for help for that person.
  • When an opportunity presents itself to volunteer, do so if you are able.
  • If you know someone personally who needs help and you feel comfortable doing so, talk with that person or suggest they seek help.

These are things we can do. Will you join with me today in making an effort to take one small step into changing the way we look at mental illness.

If you have suicidal thoughts, or have had them in the past, please find a reason to live. Or call theSuicide Prevention Hotline and have someone help you find one. Please do the same for anyone you know who suffers from thoughts of suicide.

Linking up on Monday with:

Kelli Woodford at Unforced Rhythms

and on Wednesday with: 

Holley Gerth at Coffee for Your Heart
Jennifer Dukes Lee at #TellHisStory