Hope for Burn-out Victims

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Hope for Burn-out Victims

Isaiah 58:11 “And the Lord will…satisfy your desire in scorched places…and you will be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water whose waters do not fail” (NASB).

Each morning Carolyn climbed out of bed, put on makeup, dressed, and went to work. Yet, the person who once lived inside her was gone , charred. An invisible inner machine smiled, talked, and worked. “I’m burned-out,” my friend Carolyn admitted. “I’ve fried my brain. I doubt I’ll ever be the same.”

In his book, Burnout, Myron Rush writes, “When you burn both ends of a candle, it may produce twice as much light, but the candle burns out twice as fast. People experiencing burnout suddenly discover that all of their mental, emotional and physical energies have been consumed.”

Have you ever seen the smoldering effects of a forest fire? Once luscious green trees become scorched and barren. Ground that was formerly lush with wild flowers and lacy ferns appears parched and desolate. But God’s handiwork and time can replenish what the devastating flames have stolen. And God will patiently replenish the burnout victim, too. He promises to satisfy your desire in scorched places and water your heart’s garden with a spring that will never fail.

O, Lord, please renew my scorched mind and soul.

I want to be like a well-watered garden.

Joan C. Webb

[MajestyJo]

Like the word scorched, how many times are we told not to touch, don't go there, and let it be, but we just have to try for ourselves.

It took a lot of spiritual healing to heal all the scars that went deep and often couldn't be seen on the outside. That extra mile, that just one more, and the obsession of things that took over our mind and body, wishing our life away instead of participating in life.

I had to build a lot of bridges that I had burned down. My brain was fried and had to wait for it to rejuvinate as a result of feeling like I needed just one more. When you overload the circuits, something has to blow. Often it was my temper, but more often than not, I internalized and it festered within and I blew from the inside out or barriers which blurred my vision, my perception, and things just shut down. They were smothered and we know that puts the flame out. It is often about what we feed our body, mind and spirit as to whether it is combustible.

We got to keep the light of hope lit, but that doesn't mean pouring on inflammable material on it. Not sure that makes sense, trying to look at it from both sides, too much or too little, instead of just enough.