On Job Burnout

Journal 2007

I’m really struggling right now. I’m angry, resentful, proud, defensive, hurt, sad, and stressed. I’ve had to let go of other areas of responsibility in order to survive my teaching duties. I’ve lost my joy and peace, and I don’t know the way back. My friends say I sound depressed.

[I was teaching at a junior college whose goal was to motivate struggling students to stay in school. The administration placed great pressure on the teachers to make this happen.]

VISUAL

I’ve sidled ungracefully past the wildly swinging middle section of a tightrope, but now I’m weary, trying to stay centered. Some in the watching crowd cheer me; others boo. I want to be applauded; I want to be liked; but when a belligerent student confronts me, my hackles rise.

ANOTHER VISUAL

I am a track team coach. I can encourage the runners from the sidelines or drive the momentum from the front. But if they choose to quit running, I can’t force them to continue. Nor can I simultaneously grasp every hand and drag them forward. While I’m helping one, others lag behind. I urge them to help each other, but it’s not enough. Complaining the race is too hard, many keep stepping off the track, distracted by illness, winter weather, or family stressors. Others continue to run but get lost and wander off into the marshes. Some are so far behind they’ll never catch up.

Meanwhile, my boss yells at me that I’m not trying hard enough. It’s my fault if I don’t provide their running shoes, hold their hands, and stay with them till the sun goes down.

And me? I’m wearing myself out trying to be in multiple places at once. I’m running 16 hours a day to keep the pace for the motivated student runners while racing back and forth to grab the laggers. I hear my boss yelling in one ear, and the runners wheezing and gasping in the other. The front runners complain that I’m spending too much time in back, and the ones in back complain I’m out front too much. I’m angry, tired, discouraged and ready for the finish line.

A THIRD VISUAL

I’m a spelunking tour guide. To those in my assigned group who follow closely enough to hear, I point out the beauty of the stalactites along the way. I can wait for a few stragglers to catch up before I begin lecturing, but if they linger in the back, talking and not listening, that’s on them. Or if they turn back to the entrance of the cave, I have to let them go. It’s not my fault if they are physically incapable of keeping up. I can provide a wheelchair, but unless they get someone else to push them, they’re stuck. I already have six people in my group who need wheelchairs! My job is to keep lecturing and keep pointing the way with my flashlight.

I become discouraged when I discover that only 8 to10 out of my original 20 make it to the beautiful waterfall at the end of the cave. The stragglers have missed it!

Now that I’m finished ranting, I’m ready to listen to the Lord.

THE LESSON

I am at fault. I have not bathed my classes in prayer. I have not prayed for my students by name. I have not consistently blessed my classroom. I’ve been too tired, distracted, and preoccupied to give it all over to God. I keep griping and crying that it’s too hard, too impossible a task that God has required of me. (Hmm. I sound like my students!)

And so, I repent for neglecting my spiritual disciplines. I can’t keep the students on track if I don’t have the right focus.

I realize, now, that it’s the company’s responsibility, not mine, to make sure the spelunkers sign a waiver saying they are physically and mentally fit for the journey BEFORE they enter the cave. Now that I understand it’s not my fault and that I’m doing all I can, what do I do with those in wheelchairs that the company requires me to get safely back to the entrance? I’m afraid the students will have to wait there alone in the pitch-blackness until we send for help. That’s when I notice permanent low lights lining the path. They will be safe for now.

A 2025 Update. I understand the passion behind wanting to help students succeed, but I’m not sure pressuring the teachers was the best motivation. This school is no longer in existence, and I am no longer teaching.

Approaching Burnout

Journal 2018

I can feel my mind and body edging toward burnout. It’s been an intense people- as well as project-oriented month. I need an entire day of alone time, but that’s not about to happen anytime soon.

VISUAL

I see a large room densely filled with high-energy party people. The noise is deafening. I’d prefer to stay outside, under the stars, alone and quiet. Sometimes that’s necessary, sometimes that’s possible. But I need to work through what it feels like to have to open the door and enter even when my reserves are gone.

Jesus says to sit with Him first. Outside.

I can do that. A pond in front of our park bench reflects the moon. It’s quiet, peaceful. I don’t want to talk or think or plan or look at a clock or a calendar.

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LATER

I spent all my free time reading a novel, guilt-free, no agenda, no thinking, just resting. I’m doing better but still craving more down time.

My mind continually goes to the Apostle Paul. What he endured is astounding. How did he physically survive all the persecution and emotional trauma? How did he not crack under the pressure? Was his drivenness from his temperament or from his experience? I feel like such a wimp next to this giant in the faith.

As I write this, I recognize false guilt: I believe I’m inferior, less than, a gnat next to a giant.

Jesus says, “Why are you comparing yourself to Paul? Why not to Me?”

My head wants to say, “Impossible,” but my heart wants to snuggle up next to Him and accept His unconditional love.

I feel His gentle rebuke. “What is Paul to you? I have different plans for different people. Do not take on what is not yours.”

It’s time to let that one go. I can learn from Paul, from his triumphs and mistakes, but I must keep my eyes on Jesus.

ANOTHER VISUAL

The visual changes as the Apostle Paul and I are now the same height, mere mortals obeying our Master. One is not inferior or superior, except in our choices. I may make wise or foolish choices based on the hand that’s been dealt me. I will not pout or gloat if I win or lose a game if I play it the best I know how with hints from the Master Dealer. Just play the hand smartly, take some risks or play it safe. But most of all, play graciously. Let my mistakes go, but learn from my faux pas and don’t repeat them. And do not get jealous if someone gets more wild cards than I do or if I get none at all. Play fair and without complaining and enjoy the game.

God’s Judgment

Journal 2017

… His wrath can flare up in a moment. Blessed are all who take refuge in Him. (Psalm 2:12 NIV)

Here’s my visual for this verse: God is a fire-breather. If you’re “out there,” you’ll get zapped, but if you stay close to his heart, you are safe and protected.

The thought of God’s judgment is slightly terrifying to me: facing the Judge of the Universe to discover how many words, thoughts and deeds didn’t make it through His refining fire. It’s not like coming before the school principal with whom you have no relationship. It’s more like coming before your dad when you’ve misbehaved.

And yet, since our sins are covered and forgiven, the judgment for the believer is more like a lack of rewards, not punishment. “Not guilty,” the Father has declared. I do not need to fear or dread His coming judgment.

Regret will be punishment enough, I think. The question for me is, did I obey God’s commands to love Him and to love others?

Keep me close to your heart, dear Lord. Let me not stray far from Your embrace.

A 2025 Update. After reading Imagine Heaven by John Burke, my heart relaxed. Burke “compares more than one hundred gripping stories of near-death experiences (NDEs) to what Scripture says about our biggest questions of Heaven.” He suggests that our life review before Almighty God will not be filled with shame (my default when I disobey Him), but rather an understanding about my choices.

Caught in the Act

Journal 2006

The other day I made a disparaging remark about someone, turned around, and there she stood! I don’t know if she heard me or not. I pray she didn’t. But I felt awful. I can’t apologize to her since I don’t know if she heard me, for if she didn’t, it would only make things worse.

You’d think I’d learn not to say negative things about people or put others down behind their backs. If I only spoke words that I would say in front of them, I wouldn’t get caught red-handed (I wonder where that expression comes from?*). God forgive me!

Lord, help me remember to keep my mouth shut! And show me how to release the guilt.

A 2025 Update. What I’ve discovered is that when I have negative thoughts toward a person, there’s always a negative emotion beneath the words. It is always best to work through what I’m feeling before I open my mouth. But when I do slip up, I try to give myself grace and thank the Lord for revealing another unhealed place in my heart.


*Here are two claims for the origin of “caught red-handed.” Most sources say the red refers to blood, but I prefer the one about strawberry jam!

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The Origin of “Caught Red-Handed”

Caught Red-handed – Meaning & Origin Of The Phrase

Processing Dreams

Journal 2017

I dreamt last night we exchanged houses with some neighbors. Little by little, we carried our stuff into theirs while they moved theirs into ours. We had no help because all our friends were old, and we needed to care for them in the midst of the chaos.

What was my brain trying to sort out in my sleep? The whole scene felt chaotic and stressful. Am I anticipating Christmas?

Visual: I’m standing in a canoe, and a strong wind knocks me out of the boat. The shallow water poses no threat, but I’m peeved that I’m soaked and cold. Jesus invites me to join Him by a fire on the beach.

“You know,” He says reflectively, “I made the ocean, I made the wind. Heck, I even made the canoe!”

“Jesus!” I exclaim, “You’re not supposed to use the word heck.”

“Why not?” He replies. “I made that too!” And He laughs.

I don’t think it’s funny. Hell is no laughing matter.

“Hell itself? No,” He says soberly. “But creation, yes.”

“Karen,” He continued. “You don’t like being in a rocky canoe, do you? It’s too …”

“Wet!” I smile. “And I can’t get anything done. I have a long to-do list, you know … goals to accomplish, places to go, things to do.”

“That’s the issue, then, isn’t it? You’re feeling the shakiness of time.”

“Yes, Lord. I crave uninterrupted time alone to think time and to plan.”

Now that I understand what I’m fretting about, I need help sorting it out and setting it aside.

“Will you teach me, Lord? I trust You to bring to mind what I need to know and what I need to do and when.”

A 2025 Update. I’ve learned over the years not to ignore upsetting dreams. I pay attention to the emotion I feel when I wake up, and with the Lord’s help come to a place of peace. What a difference it makes in how I approach the rest of my day!

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Worry and Decision-Making

Journal 2006

I have always struggled with decision-making. I remember as a preschooler feeling paralyzed in front of a long row of bowls while my mother urged me to hurry up and choose something for lunch at a cafeteria. How could I possibly decide between all those delicious options? What if I asked for fried chicken and later wished I’d chosen the pasta dish? What if I regretted passing up my chance to taste shrimp? I needed time to weigh each option in my mind and imagine tasting each selection on my tongue.

Even today I have trouble making up my mind. I’ll try on a dozen outfits in the dressing room and walk out of the store empty-handed. This is why I like to take one of my daughters with me when I clothes-shop. I trust their judgment better than mine.

Or take gift-giving. The never-ending loop in my brain runs through all the scenarios of “what if?” until I give up and pass the chore onto my husband to decide.

In answer to my prayer for release from worry, the Lord took me back to a little story I read as a child.

Two boys were selling bushels of apples at a fruit stand. The first boy placed his largest and best apples on the bottom of his basket, whereas the second boy put those beauties on the top. The second boy got the best business that year, but the first boy had the best business in subsequent years.

Lesson: It’s not about decisions; it’s about integrity. It’s not about choosing “a” over “b” but about right versus wrong. Be trustworthy in my decisions. Always choose right. No worries.

Seeking God

Journal 2006

Where are You, God?

In the heavens far away?

On another planet?

High above the earth

Watching over us?

How do I find You,

Seek You,

Search You out?

I know You’re in my heart,

But today I do not feel You.

By faith I know You’re there—

So close I could reach out and touch Your face.

But all I feel is fog and mist.

“Where are You?” echoes back.

            “Where are You?”

                        “Where are You?”

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A 2025 Update. The truth is God is always present whether I feel Him or not. I have learned that when God feels far away, it’s often because some part of my heart is trying to control, manipulate, push away, avoid, or guard against feeling pain. Once that Guardian part of my heart lets go, stands down, or admits I’m feeling something I’m trying to avoid, and I begin to feel the underlying emotion, that’s when I give God permission to step in and minister to my heart. And no longer does He feel far away.

Rambling Thoughts on Positivity

Journal 2006

Can one truly be righteous or in right standing with God? Psalm 112 seems to think so.

Blessed is the man who fears the Lord, who delights greatly in His commandments … and … Light arises in the darkness for the upright, gracious, compassionate, and just—who are in right standing with God. (vv. 1, 4 NASB)

Personally, I delight to do God’s will. I desire to be righteous. I don’t make idols or follow other gods or give a false witness in court. I honor my parents, don’t steal from my neighbor or covet his things. I don’t hate or murder.

Does that mean I have always kept my heart pure? No. Nor does it mean that I don’t slip up and envy someone or say things that are unkind or think bad thoughts, or neglect to love as I should. I’d never claim perfection.

But God’s righteousness covers me and my sins. I am not self-righteous; I am God-righteous. Therefore, can I claim the promises made to the upright, the righteous? Can I expect the blessings that come from being in right standing with God? Why do I doubt?


Something niggles at me regarding my negative thinking. My speech and drama professors trained me to notice the negative—to critique and to judge for the sake of improvement. I thought it had to do with following the rules. My acting class prof, for example, taught us to always “cheat out,” meaning to keep one’s body open toward the audience. So, when our play director told a fellow actor to begin his dialogue with his back to the audience, I rebelled. “He’s not following the rules,” I thought. But he was following artistic license. He was able to make an exception to the rule for the sake of the mood in a scene. The rule became, then, a generality, a guideline.

When I critique a student’s speech or grade an English paper, do I self-righteously point out the flaws? Or do I approach the work thinking, “How can I help the student improve?”


How do I change my negative thinking patterns? For me, step #1 is mind renewal through inner healing prayer. But that only gets me to a neutral zone. It removes the trigger and brings me to peace. But how do I move to the positive side of the sliding scale resulting in a joyful attitude? Positive thinking looks to me like changing my thoughts from “Ick, it’s raining” to “It’s okay if it rains” to “Thank You, God, for the rain.”

Some positive thinking, however, sounds like a disbelief in reality—like declaring in a thunderstorm that the sun is shining. It feels false, untrue—like my belief in something can change my world. Maybe it can; maybe it can’t. Joel Olstein touts the mantra, “Positive things are going to happen.” But it’s more than just telling myself that everything is fine and good. It’s actually trusting God whether it is or isn’t.

I think Pollyana had it right. Instead of whining, “I’m grumpy because I only had three hours of sleep last night,” I can declare out loud, “Thank You, Lord, for three hours of sleep to refresh me.”

Is this a choice we make? How do we turn the train around to start practicing the positive? By sheer will power? By prayer? By practice? How do I get on the train that’s traveling in the opposite direction from everyone else? It depends on what the destination is. If I can see light up ahead, I’d rather be moving in that direction than toward a burnt-out bridge.

And so, I start with prayer: Today, Lord, I want to begin to practice the habit of praise, gratitude, and positive thinking. I need your help to remind me.


Yesterday my youngest daughter asked me how I was doing.

“Ok,” I responded.

“Just okay?” she asked.

Her question caught me up short. I’d been dwelling on how sore my right big toe felt. But the moment she challenged me, I reflected and answered, “No, I’m great, thanks. It’s a perfect day with a perfect breeze, and I have clothes and food and shelter and a loving family. What else could a person ask for?” And suddenly the throbbing toe was no longer my focus.

The danger I see in my response is that if I deny the pain, I’m not being honest with myself, and I may not take care of the problem. Those who are positive all the time are suspect in my opinion. Are they living in reality? I think pain has to be acknowledged and embraced, not denied. However, we don’t like being around negative people because they can bring us down. Where’s the balance?

I have a “positive” friend. I never see her down, never complaining no matter how much pain she’s in. I do know that’s because of a vow she made to not be like her complaining mother, but . . . it makes it very easy to be around her.

Not complaining. Maybe that’s the key. One of my mom’s favorite sayings is, “There’s a difference between complaining and stating a fact, and I’m just stating a fact.” The attitude and the tone of voice can reflect the difference.

When someone asks, “How are you doing?” they’re not usually asking for an “organ recital.” Do you lie and say, “Fine” even when you’re not? Or perhaps they’re asking how your spirit or attitude is. If you’re down, do you admit it? If hurting physically, but feeling up mentally, can you, in truth, say, “Fine”?

I called a friend yesterday and asked how she was, and she admitted, “My heart is heavy today …” That was honest. And it gave me a chance to encourage her.

So … I think when I’m asked, “How ya doin’?”  I can legitimately pause, look inward, find the joy spot and return with, “All is well.”

Here’s one friend’s approach which may contain faulty thinking: When I think of the best thing that can happen and it doesn’t occur, I get disappointed; so instead, I think of the worst thing that can happen, and when it doesn’t occur, I am pleased.

Is there a middle ground? Realism? But that flies in the face of the positive thinker.

Maybe I’m mixing up my ideas. One is about goals, the other about the present. What’s the balance? Be realistic about the present, optimistic about the future.

Maybe the answer is not in plus vs. minus but inward vs. outward thinking. How do I get the focus off self (which is a pretty small topic)? Perhaps I can avoid the question, “How ya doin’” by responding with, “Lucky to have you for a friend!”

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Back-paddling at a Waterfall

Journal  2006

I’m feeling peevish today—I need a week to work uninterrupted. As an introvert, I thrive on solitude, but for the last month, I’ve had to be “on” with people—either needy ones or as company in someone else’s home. It’s not that I don’t enjoy my life, but I just need a break from it. When others around me are struggling, it affects my mood. I feel like I keep giving and giving without getting replenished.

In the River of Life, I would prefer to float on my back and watch the sky. Instead, I’m back-paddling at the top of a waterfall.

When I finally stop rowing, I fly over the waterfall with a God-given parachute. But at the bottom, my boat spins in an eddy, and I white-knuckle my grip to keep from capsizing or slamming into the rocks. I’m in survival mode and must remain vigilant for more rapids ahead. This wild ride is no longer exhilarating or fun. I’m cold and wet and want to get out and dry by a fire.

Endurance. Perseverance. Steadfastness.

I feel the weight of people’s woes and my responsibility to meet their needs. I feel the burden of maintaining friendships and working to contribute toward our family’s finances. I could spend all day at the feet of Jesus, but the house won’t clean itself, and the food doesn’t cook itself, and I have to think about my health, prayer obligations, books to read, goals to accomplish, and, and, and.

Balance. Rest. Pleasure.

I’m a linear thinker who knocks off my to-do list one item at a time, but relationships, interrupting phone calls, and the messiness of life get in the way.

I think it’s about losing control. I used to have control over my own life, but now I live at the mercy of other people’s choices. It makes me feel lost at sea without my oars.

Jesus asks my permission to handle the oars. All I have to do is sit and watch and wait, He says. When He commands, “There’s a fish; let down your net,” I obey. And when He says, “It’s time to rest,” I can lie down on the cushions and sleep, knowing He is in charge. And sometimes He hands me a Karen-sized oar and says, “Now paddle hard!” because we’re about to go over some rapids.

A 2025 Update. Reading this entry makes me tired! I am in such a different place now emotionally. I am at peace, unhurried, at rest. Perhaps my circumstances have changed, but I suspect I’m simply at a different place in my healing journey as a recovering co-dependent.

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The Moral Dilemma of Vengeance

Journal 2006

The Dilemma: Shechem, the son of Hamor the Hivite, defiles Dinah, the daughter of the Patriarch Jacob. (Genesis 34)

Man’s Solution: Simeon and Levi (Dinah’s brothers) decide to avenge the wrong. They deceive Shechem and the leaders in the city, kill all the males, and along with Jacob’s other sons, seize all the plunder, including women and children. (As an aside, I find it interesting that it’s Levi, the future priestly line, who avenges. A strong sense of justice and fairness becomes imbalanced.)

It seems that God allowed for vengeance in the Old Testament (an eye for an eye), even though the Mosaic Law had not been given yet. Yet murder is not an equal retribution for rape. If only the brothers had asked God what to do, He could have brought judgment on Shechem, and his blood wouldn’t have fallen on the brothers’ heads.

God’s Solution: Jacob is now scared of retribution, and God answers that fear. He instructs Jacob to move to Bethel (where he first met God at the ladder to heaven) and to build an altar. (Genesis 35:1).

Man’s Response: The Scripture doesn’t say God instructed Jacob to get rid of idols. Maybe He did say it, or maybe Jacob is taking the final step of obedience and loyalty to His God. Remember that Rachel (Jacob’s favorite wife) had taken her father’s idols when they fled Paddan Aram. I also suspect the women and children whom the brothers captured from Shechem’s town also brought idols with them. Nonetheless, Jacob instructs all his household to give him all their idolatrous paraphernalia (which he buries) and to purify themselves and put on fresh garments—outward symbols of an inward change of heart.

God’s Response: When Jacob obeys, God protects. “The terror of God fell on the towns all around them so that no one pursued them” (Genesis 35:5 NIV).

My Response: When I’ve been wronged, it’s easy to believe that taking vengeance into my own hands will make me feel better. But “Vengeance is mine,” says the Lord (Deuteronomy 32:35). His retribution is fair and just and better than anything I can dream up.* Best to let those feelings go and face my pain.

I may take many detours in life, responding with poor choices, but I’m safest in the place where God dwells, in obedience, and in purity.

*I’ll never forget the day I was working with a D.I.D. client. When Jesus asked one of her Little Ones if she’d let HIM punish her perpetrator instead, her eyes got big. “He be in big trouble!” she exclaimed.

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