Christine Duncan

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It’s Been A While… And a Book Review, Too.

I know, I know. It’s been a minute.

The last time you heard from me, I was figuring out what recovery from Lyme was going to look like. And what I might even do with the blog and the writing once recovery was done.

Let’s just say, God knew exactly what He was doing when He asked me to enter into His season of waiting and rest. Because it turns out that the process would feel more like a battle than a healing for the last year and a half.

Not only that but in the shift of priorities, self-care, and physical recovery, I could feel the pull of starting fresh, being given a new lease, and as lovely as that seemed, it also felt like pressure.

Once the waiting was over, who was I even going to be? And what would He have me do?

Turns out, before revealing any plans, He’d prompt me to take this time to start making some personal changes, and teach me how to heal in many ways.

One of those ways was how I was to start looking at food. Food as a tool, not an escape. Food as connection, not isolation. Food as a blessing, instead of a badge of shame or defeat.

And that, my friends, is where my first book review in FOREVER AND A DAY comes in.

With perfect timing, just as I’m feeling overwhelmed at changing my food regime, a sweet friend places a book in my hands and asks me to maybe say a few words about it if its message and author resonate with me at all.

Friends, on almost every page was the guidance, truth, council, and testimony for the kind of relationship we all need to have with food, with ourselves, and with the Good Father.

The book is The Living Diet: A Christian Journey to Joyful Eating, the author is Martha Tatarnic, priest and pastor, wife and mom, and a home-gown Canadian. But most importantly, as you turn each page and underline yet another paragraph, you come to understand she really is adept at communicating “why Jesus chose food to build community and reveal the love of God.”

In a world that loves to profit off of being at war with our bodies, Tatarnic’s message boils down to our intention towards ourselves and food, how poorly we use it, worship it, think about it, abuse it, and waste it.
And then gives us the good news, that there are simple yet powerful ways to stop obsessing and to start utilizing all the ways God has created for us to enjoy our relationship with food.

As I read each chapter, I started to get a much different picture of what food could represent, and how God has designed us to experience freedom in regards to it. And joy. Peace. Community too.

I turned the last page knowing I had been armed with an attitude shift, a healthier perspective, and small but practical approaches to being more intentional about how food belongs in relationship between God, others, and myself.

Armed, I tell you. Equipped. So encouraged.

I know this message will really resonate with many of you. This beautiful book feeds the soul as well as the belly, and I can’t recommend it enough.

I will list all the necessary links below if you’re interested in knowing more, and I send a big thank you to Martha for bravely putting her journey into words for the rest of us. If you’ve had a similar experience with this book, be sure to let her know right here on FB!

Book Website
Amazon.ca
Goodreads
Youtube
Blog

The Time My Kitchen Was a Battle Zone

A Guest Post for Danielle Macaulay at her blog From Milk To Meat

When my dear friend and fellow writer Danielle asked me to guest post on her blog and write about my journey with my mood disorder, I knew exactly what I should write about, but didn’t know if I could.

I’ve taken a few deep breaths over this ol’ keyboard today, friends.

Seeing as her beautiful blog is about life and food, and family, and kitchens… was I really brave enough to talk about how for almost two decades my kitchen, and therefore my home, was a war zone?

And I wish I was talking about the normal kind of kitchen-as-a-battle-ground.

The small victory over the piles of dishes that never lasts.

The mounds of homework that tangle relentlessly with the mounds of junk mail.

The constant belief that maybe today is the day you won’t be missing that one single ingredient needed for your Pinterest-worthy supper.

Or maybe you’ll be victorious over all the picky eaters who have converged at your single table in one fell-swoop.

Because trust me when I say, that was only the beginning for someone like me.

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Please join me for the rest of this post over at Danielle’s by clicking HERE

Thanks for reading, friends, and praying He takes you through your battle ground in victory!

When He’s The Only One Who Gets It

The Struggle Of Thinking No One Gets It...

“You still don’t get it.”

A simple sentence but one that smacks of disappointment and frustration.

And inevitably, I fling this one-liner at whoever is in my line of fire after one of my Dysthymic episodes brought on by too much activity and not enough rest.

It’s my last comment as I leave the room. Way to end on a high note, Christine.

I use it the minute I realize that my venting about how I feel and what I need hasn’t quite registered with the magnitude I feel I’m due. ( Wow. Reading these words back as I type, smarts, if you must know.)

And this one sentence has the power to make it about them, when really, it’s about me. Or maybe it’s the other way around…

All I know is that in my search for complete understanding, regardless of the other person’s attempts to, I’m left wondering why it feels like no one gets it.

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In The Dried Up and Desperate Places

“Chronic depression sucks you dry.”

I’d been asked if I could sum up what living with Early Onset Dysthymic Disorder for over 30 years felt like, in one sentence.

My response was not an exaggeration. Was not the result of having a bad day. This was the clearest way I could sum it up for my friend.

How do you make the abstract real? How do you encapsulate the invisible for someone who won’t know unless they experience it?

In various ways, in various intensities, it has the feeling of being drained of all that’s healthy, buoyant, and productive on physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual levels.

And in so many ways, it’s easy to feel alone.

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