Why Your Life is a Well -the Beauty of Wells

Enjoy this excerpt from my book, Psalm 23 Unwrapped, available on Amazon.đź’•

Your life is a well. By life, I mean your mind, body sort and lifestyle. Wells are built to hold water. Wells without water are dry, empty, and purposeless. Full wells are useful, intriguing, and beautiful.

Psalm 23 verse 2 uses the metaphor of water because no living creature or plant can survive without it. Generally, a person can only survive without the refreshment of water for about 3 days. After that, your body begins to shut down, fails to function properly and finally dies. Likewise, no living being can function healthily without the refreshment of regular quiet, peace, and rest, or else we will burn out and run into all sorts of physical, mental, and spiritual problems.

Each day, we need to take responsibility and seriously take into consideration our body, and mental and spiritual well-being by doing things that nurture us. The Bible clearly tells us that we are the temple of the Holy Spirit, and so, let’s get purposeful about good health and wellbeing by taking care of ourselves. Because you have been given the task to look after yourself, observe God’s Word be respectful and cherish yourself. The scripture below reminds us of this….

1 Corinthians 6:19-20 N L T

 Don’t you realise that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and is given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself; you were bought at a price. Therefore, glorify God with your body.

To learn how to chill out, refer to my book Nothing Good about Grief, where you will find guidance on contemplation and how to overcome anxiety. I know from experience that just ten minutes of contemplative meditation or even listening to peaceful music is a great refresher. Also, you may enjoy cooking or crafts which help to fill your dry and empty well.

Try taking a short nap in the day, or put your feet up and watch a bit of wholesome telly, enjoy a good book, or instead, take a nice walk that refreshes you. Whatever it takes to bring you peace and rest, do it and accept it as a pure gift from God to you. Do whatever healthful activity you find refreshing and relaxing and beneficial to your well-being, give it a try. Gather appropriate information and learn how to be your own therapist and fill your well. Remember that you are not alone in this the Holy Spirit will help you be open. It is the Spirits’ job to counsel you and walk beside supporting you always.

God purposes the best for you as these scriptures reveal…..

Ephesians 3:19 … that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. 

John 14:16… I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Helper– 

“Helper” is the Greek word parakletos. It is a form of a word you may be familiar with—Paraclete, which means- the one who walks alongside. It describes a spiritual attendant whose role is to help, support, aid, advocate, and provide guidance. This is the divine counsellor’s ministry to you if you will seek and receive it. How to do this is outlined in my book, Nothing Good about Grief.

Jesus used the Greek word allos to describe the Holy Spirit—he is “another (allos) Helper (of the same kind). The same kind as what? Jesus was promising to send his disciples a helper exactly like himself. A compassionate, loving, and totally sufficient Paraclete, just like himself. In fact, Jesus is called our Paraclete in 1 John 2:1 “If anyone sins, we have an Advocate [Paraclete] with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.”

You wouldn’t question a therapist’s capabilities in the counselling room, would you? God, the Holy Spirits’ ability to get to the heart of your issues is unparalleled. God knows you better than you know yourself, John 2:25. The Father has sent another helper, co-equal with Jesus Christ to be your counsellor. Take responsibility for your own health and well-being and don’t doubt his ability to help you.

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The Power of an Empty Tomb: God of surprises.

Although we are in the fall, I thought I would share an Easter story. With all the leaves falling and the days are drawing in, we need a bit of good cheer!

The God of the Bible is always active, always making new, consistently doing a new thing. It is one of the ways God is different from idols, those things we make who do not move, speak, or do anything at all. By contrast, the God whose story is told in the Bible is continuously creating and recreating. It is why God is surprising, the God of surprises.

Of course, not everyone likes surprises. However, a quiet, dependable sure and steady life is what many desire, particularly after the drama of COVID 19. In enjoying quiet, dependable sure and steady life, we feel secure; at least we know where we are. Anyway, even those who profess to like surprises must acknowledge that not all surprises in life are pleasant and welcome, and some surprises come as a shock!

So, recalling that part of John’s Gospel 20.1-18 (please read), we might imagine how it was for Mary Magdalene. She was deeply in love with Jesus. He was the one who had given her back her life, love, and dignity. Yet, she comes on the Sunday after Sabbath to his tomb in the grief that goes with profound bereavement. The one she loved is dead and buried. That is a hard enough reality to bear. But how will she live without him?

(Dear friend, if you are struggling with grief, please check out my book ‘Nothing Good About Grief’ available at Amazon).

Getting back to Mary, who finds her way to the tomb. She expects to find everything as she left it days ago; after all, there are no surprises in death. It is all so predictable and final, except that she finds the tombstone is rolled away. This must have been for her an upsetting experience, a cruel and wounding surprise. She may have been wondering- ‘Can Jesus not be left in peace after all that has been done to him?’ She feels a knife being turned in her wounded heart.

She goes to find Peter. Her first word of witness on Easter Day is of sorrow and anger, and she cries, “They have moved his body! They have taken away the Lord! “It’s scandalous. She speaks in sorrow and burning anger. Her message is bad news indeed.

On hearing this news, Peter and John race to the tomb, with thoughts confused, they may question- “Can this indignity be true? ” When they reach the tomb, they find that Mary’s testimony, unfortunately, is the truth. The grave is empty. Strangely the grave clothes are in their place. Are they not needed anymore? Someone must have moved the body. It is the obvious but bitter explanation.

The Gospel writer says that John is outrun by Peter, nevertheless, goes into the tomb first. Then, says the evangelist, he saw and believed. Believed what? We are not told. However, the evangelist does tell us that they did not understand the scripture that he must rise from the dead. This possibility is not available to them, and all they have is an empty tomb, and there may be many reasons for that; grave robbers, a meddling gardener, who knows? So, they go home.

 So far this story, is not much of a good news story- where are the angels and the great hallelujahs? It’s what we latter-day readers expect, but to this point, the text is bleak like it was for Mary and for many in the face of death. What a disappointment this story of Jesus has turned out to be! We are left with emptiness in several senses. But, like the disciples, we are left with a puzzle. 

 So, Mary is weeping and looks deeper into the tomb. John says she saw two angels in white. They ask her why she is weeping. She tells them, “they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him. ” That is reason enough for tears. She turns away to hide her grief, but she is aware of another standing near in this morning of surprises. It must be the gardener. He asks, “why are you weeping? Who are you looking for?”

 Perhaps this man has the answer to her cruel puzzle. She replies, “Tell me where you have laid him.” And the man says, “Mary.” this is when she realises that it is the Lord! The calling of her name is the start of Mary’s resurrection because Jesus is not dead and gone. The tomb is empty, and Jesus has come to her in his risen love and grace. Now she has a different testimony. I have seen the Lord in her experience and announcement to the disciples.

This is how John tells the Easter Day story. No one expected this, despite what the ancient scriptures said of God. Easter is a surprise. It is the good news we proclaim today. Both the approaches in John’s witness are essential. Does the empty tomb story matter? Yes, because we are not talking about something in a private otherworldly sphere of inwardness.

 The empty tomb matters because it speaks of the new creation, of that work God is doing with the matter he first created, how he is doing a new thing. Christians proclaim that the tomb is empty, and the new resurrection body is recreated by God. Death is not the end, not even for this vulnerable creation that waits for renewal.

Although scientists today speak of many dimensions, life on other planets and parallel universes. We can hardly imagine what this means, and the Gospel proclaims that here is the work of God, taking our failure, taking the love of Jesus, and from it, bringing forth something new and wonderful. It is a miracle, a work of God. 

Some of our teachers speak of a miracle as an overflowing love at the heart of creation. The love that was in Jesus, even unto death, is met by the endless love of God for his creation and, in the dynamic, new, and beautiful things happen. Death is not the end.

As we have seen, however, the empty tomb is not necessarily good news. It needs setting in a context. That context is God’s work from the beginning, in the creation and the call of Israel, in the coming of Christ and his remarkable life of suffering love, breaking the cycle of sin and violence in his sacrificial death on the cross. It is over this Christ that God speaks the great “Yes” of resurrection. He is let loose again in the world, and Mary and countless others will speak of being restored, healed, renewed by his presence.

God raised Jesus from the dead. For Mary, this means her grief is turned to joy as he calls her name. For Thomas, it means his doubt is turned to faith as he meets the risen Lord in the company of the disciples. For Peter, who denied the Lord, resurrection means being welcomed again by Christ and entrusted with new and vital work. John wants us to understand that resurrection is not just something that happened to Jesus. It is God’s work for us.

It means that each act of worship, each gathering at the Lord’s Table, is an encounter with Christ Jesus. It means that far from life being full of boring predictability, there are the surprises of God who raised Jesus from the dead and is ever seeking to make all things new. It means that our death, even the decay of our planet, is not the end, and the tomb of Jesus is empty because God is at work. So, Christ comes to us with grace, forgiveness, love, and laughter. The Lord has risen! He is risen indeed!

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When a loved one dies- Grief Relief: how to make sense of your grief

HOW to When we plan to take a journey of some kind, we take time to prepare. We are savvy travellers, so we ensure that we have our navigation tools in hand, ensuring they work as they should. We then become familiar with them before we get on the road. The visit to the fuel station guarantees that we will complete our journey. If we don’t, there is a good chance of getting lost, taking a detour, or not getting to our intended destination at all. Now we have a goal, we have a plan, we are ready to begin our journey.


I am a child of the 50s and have seen a lot of life. I’ve lived and worked in four countries and visited a whole lot of others. The journey through life, from the very beginning to end, make us who we are. I must have been about ten years old when my very favourite saying became ‘Good Grief Charlie Brown’! I would say it all the time, and it became somewhat of a trademark for me. It was my catchphrase. Although I didn’t know it, I struggled with dyslexia (not diagnosed until my late 40s). Dyslexia was unknown within the educational system at the time, so there was no provision for remedial teaching. Without the support I needed, I hadn’t read a book in full until my early 20s. Reading exhausted me, so I gave up in the first few pages, unable to comprehend the storyline or understand the words.

Thinking back, I seriously tried my hardest at school, but not everyone saw it that way. I could read a little bit, but not enough to keep up with my grades. My teachers reported to my parents that I was lazy, which would add to my overwhelming sense of failure. Tearfully I shouted, ‘I am trying, I just can’t read, I just can’t, and they would fire back at me ‘there’s no such word as can’t’ and told me to try harder. Finally, I was doing so badly that I had to repeat grade two twice. Then I failed in every year of primary school as well. To be expected, I had an awful time in high school, lasting there for only 6 months, leaving in favour of the workplace at the age of 15 years old.

Try as I might, I just didn’t get hold of what was going on in the classroom. I couldn’t follow the thread of ideas, and the bullies duly took advantage of my weakness. On several occasions, a group of boys and girls were waiting for me at the school gate and chased me all the way home after roughing me up. Growing up in Australian schools in the 1950s and 60s wasn’t easy. We had to be tough enough to be able to defend ourselves when needed. And it would always help, of course, if you were a fast runner. My inferiority heightened when my classmates and family devoured books like they were going out of fashion. They would tell me how easy it was to read, so why couldn’t I? Feeling very alone and misunderstood, I began to withdraw into myself. I never went to the school library except for a compulsory session in class. I did not understand why I had to attend the library when I couldn’t read properly. The whole system confused me. I quickly became overwhelmed by the hundreds of books housed on myriads of tall shelves. 

Then one day, while trying to avoid the bullies, I found myself wandering into the school library. It was there that I discovered a small booklet. It was brief enough that I managed to read it almost to the end. I loved that little book, with its cute cartoons on every page, which portrayed the adventures of Charlie Brown. I liked Charlie, he was an unusual little boy, and I found that I could relate to him, bless him. In Charlie, there was a small reflection of myself. Charlie was of short stature, ordinary, like me, and like me, he was sometimes misunderstood. Charlie had a habit of making silly mistakes, he would say stupid things and do things out of the ordinary, and that is when his friends would exclaim, Good Grief, Charlie Brown! I definitely could relate to good ole’ Charlie. 


I suffered my first real experience of grief when I split from my fiancĂ© of three years. I was still saying good grief, but now I knew that grief had nothing GOOD about it. In the end, my favourite little motto became a thing of the past -sorry, Charlie. Whether it is death, divorce, a job loss, or anything else that causes us to grieve, all are difficult to cope with. Whatever the circumstances, grief forces us to say goodbye to someone or something. 

Grieving is such a personal and individual thing; we all experience it in our own way. But what is expected is that it makes us sad. I remember the sorrow I felt when I left my home country, Australia, creating a new home overseas. The anguish of saying goodbye to dear friends as I moved away due to work commitments. Because of my ministry, I moved around frequently, so sadness became a familiar companion. I was living 15,000 miles away in the UK. When my mother, who lived in Australia, died. I felt sad when I couldn’t be with her in her last days. The sorrow deepened because I couldn’t help my sisters to care for our aged Dad. – there’s nothing good about grief. 


I share some of my stories, so you know that you are not alone in this. I want you to see that there is someone out there who can empathise. My purpose is to help you understand your sad feelings and learn to manage them to live a happy and fulfilling life. But, unfortunately, no actual language exists that clearly expresses the reality of the deep pain of grief. 

In 1976 I came to faith in Christ, began attending church, and was told by well-meaning people that all my problems had ended. I believed them. They assured me that because I had found a trouble-free life! It wasn’t long before I found out that this idea was terribly dishonest. Then the problems began, and I was convinced that something was wrong with me. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Discouraged and very confused, I believed that I must have done something wrong. It was my fault somehow. I already had low self-esteem, and this only compounded my sense of helplessness and hopelessness. 

My God encounter was genuine. I hung on tightly to that experience as the turmoil swirled around me. I began to research God’s word for myself and found the truth of the matter. What I was told was a lie, things do go wrong for people of faith, and bad things happen to good people – that is OK, that’s life!

 Every human being on the planet lives through sorrow in different ways and measures and always will. You can imagine my relief to find this was nothing unusual and that there was nothing wrong with me. Many teachings in the Scriptures point out that we will have troubles in this life, especially if we follow Christ closely as his disciples, don’t be surprised by what you are experiencing – God is with you. 

 Bereavement affects everyone in different ways, and it’s possible to experience any range of emotions. There is no right or wrong way to feel.

To make sense of your grief and what you are feeling- here is a few easy tips.

  1. Accept you are not alone; the experience of grief is common to everyone.
  2. Accept you will have troubles; life is full of happiness and sorrow.
  3. Observe how your feelings impact on your thoughts.
  4. Observe how your thoughts impact upon your physical body.
  5. Observe how your feelings’ thoughts and body impact your actions and behaviours.
  6. Do you feel sad or depressed?
  7. Do you feel shock or disbelief?
  8. Do you feel numb or in denial of some kind?

If you need support as you journey through your grief. I am Professionally trained with a Master of Arts in Counselling. Let’s Talk – contact me and see what the next step is right for you. 

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Traces of grief may always remain

                   it changed me,

                             the real victory is not in the deleting 

                                        the effects,

                                                but in the triumphing over them

                                                                                                Paula Rose Parish

There’s nothing good about grief. When it strikes at the heart, for any reason, the effects send us reeling into bereavement. We are sucked into a vortex of loss, and it feels like we can’t escape. This experience is familiar to us all, life buffets us, and we get hurt. And our grief is left unresolved. What can you do when your heart is broken? What happens when you find yourself in one of the darkest periods of your life, which can feel like the valley of the shadow of death? How can you cope when your whole life is turned upside down and when all that is familiar and held dear is suddenly gone? 

My book called Nothing Good about Grief is the answer.


Because you are reading this you are likely seeking a path to recovery, so thank you for being here with me on these pages. You hold in your hands a little ray of light and hope. If you are a person of faith, or no faith, or somewhere in between. Or if you are supporting someone who is grieved or just want to research the topic, then this book is for you.

Like everyone else on the planet, I have experienced my own dark valley of mourning. Throughout this book, I will share a little of my own story and offer a simple Three-Phase guide through the valley of the shadow of grief to recovery. Nothing Good About Grief is based on the well-known Shepherds Psalm. Without a doubt, within these pages, you will find support and the good news you have been looking for.

Change is all about us these days; our reality is vastly different from a few months ago. Suddenly we all have become very vulnerable. The world is experiencing an unprecedented catastrophe. Collectively, we weep and grieve. The worldwide pandemic of the Coronavirus (COVID-19) is still a reality for us all. This unforeseen disaster has swiftly taken the lives of loved ones, leaving the grieving disillusioned and struggling to make sense of it all. During the government-imposed lockdown, people lost livelihoods, assets, and social freedoms. The economy, families and marriages were all under great strain. People living together every day and night, with no respite, have caused domestic abuse to rise sharply worldwide. Families lived in fear of loved ones who were meant to care for and protect them. Basic daily needs became increasingly challenging to meet, and many others became homeless.

We stayed home to stay safe while daily routines and lifestyles were turned upside down. Restricted freedom of movement caused a lot of psychological strain; people felt hemmed in. Sadly, for some, suicide was the only way out. The losses have been incalculable, unbearable, and extraordinary. Every human being on the planet shared a sense of unspeakable loss, collective grief, and we are left bereaved. Nothing will be the same again. What will the future look like? The good news is that all is not lost. Within the beautiful images of the 23rd Psalm, we will find the way forward. And by applying its truth’s, we have a sure hope for a happy future. 

Grief is a natural reaction to loss. Bereavement is the process we go through when we grieve. Being a member of the human race means we walk through dark valleys throughout our lives. As described in Psalm 23, some of those valleys may feel like we are passing through death itself, dramatically changing our reality forever. We try to express to others how we are feeling. Careworn, we fail to find the words that accurately describe our pain. No one can take away our grief. We feel alone. The devastation of our anguish is not apparent. It is visible to the heart. Finding a pathway through can be complicated. There is certainly nothing good about grief!

My book will help you understand and articulate what you are experiencing and come to terms with what’s happening. The thoughts and ideas I present are the results of forty years of my personal and professional experience and theological understanding. When we are grieving, a weighty book is challenging to cope with; therefore, I have written it as an easy read.

Part One is the preamble to later sections. Don’t skip through this because

this will prepare you for your journey.

Part Two is devoted to defining grief and bereavement, understanding what the

Three Phases of grief are and why we feel as we do.

Part Three supplies a Three-Phase guide in your journey through

the dark valley and discovering pathways into the new light of day. 

Part Four provides simple ways to recovery through reflections and guidelines. 

Part Five will help you make the adjustments you need to assist you

on your journey to maintain your recovery.

Why the phased approach and not processes or steps?

 From a therapeutic point of view, I offer a Three-Phase approach because no one grieves in the same way as you do. Your bereavement is particular to how you feel and react to your grief. I see the term Phase as a statement of hope. The symptoms of grief outline here are well documented. However, the difference is that I have developed the phased approach because it’s flexible while using Psalm 23 as a guide. A phase is a period in your life. It’s fleeting. It doesn’t last. The symptoms of your grief I have outlined are shock, suffering, anger, and resentment. As you move through into recovery, these effects will not last. You will fully recover to enjoy life again. A phase denotes qualities that refer to time, a stage and flexibility, softness, and gracefulness. It is not fixed and rigid and can be adapted to each need.

On the other hand, the process or step method is the opposite of the phased approach. The step method is inflexible, doesn’t allow individuality, and is far too general.

I see the three phases as a prescription of care. And like any prescription, the correct dose is required for recovery. If you take more than is prescribed, the effects will be damaging. If you don’t take enough, the remedy will be ineffectual. If you take someone else’s dose, there will be a problem. For each person, the dosage is different depending on a whole host of factors and why each prescription has only your name on it and no one else’s. The three phases are the same – they have your name on them. Instead, utilising the phased approach that following steps or a process method is more realistic and just more darn right kinder! 

For over 40 years and over several countries, I’ve worked as a church leader and professional counsellor. I have had the privilege of helping hundreds of hurting people through the dark valley of grief into recovery. We will journey together, learning that you have a Shepherd who leads you on, who understands, and weeps for your pain while calling you into His love and mercy. 

God is the Shepherd that the 23rd Psalm speaks of. Our Shepherd journeys with us in our most difficult times and invites us to follow Him into shalom- wholeness. And through these pages, I invite you to take that journey with me.

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Paula Rose Parish

TASTER 2 – Psalm 23 Unwrapped

Hello, I am editing my new book Psalm 23 Unwrapped which will be published on Amazon in December, ready to order for a Christmas gift. This book will be a wonderful lift to someone spirits, giving them hope in difficult times. Watch out for it in mid- December on Amazon.


Psalm 23 Unwrapped

Through the atoning work of Jesus Christ, Gods generous hospitality is poured out upon us. Led by the Good Shepherd, the Lord Jesus Christ who laid down his life for his sheep, leads his people through the kingdoms gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise.

As a young Christian in the mid-70s, I had the joy of attending a national Christian weekend camp. I was able to take a weekend off work, which was a rare occurrence. I was nursing at the time and the nurses who were married and had families had priority to take the weekends off. So, being single I always worked weekends. I had no responsibilities other than myself, so I didn’t mind. I was very excited because this was a real treat for me having a whole weekend off to have some fun and attend camp. The camp organisers provided a series of workshops about the working of the Holy Spirit in our lives. I met with old and new friends, which was lovely. Everyday there was a service of praise and worship, which was really encouraging and uplifting, which made me feel like I was really walking in the heavenly realms. One afternoon I went for a walk in some woods. This was Australia, so we called it the bush I walked alone to spend a couple of hours. I found myself just talking to the Lord, asking for his help. Two of the songs we sang at the service kept resounding in my head.  One of them was- Fill my eyes Oh my God, with the vision of the cross, fill my heart with love for Jesus the Nazarene. Let me sing to endless days, take my will, let my life be wholly thine. The other one was  – I love thy dwelling places my heart longs for the courts of the Lord, my heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God -You are my King and my God!

I remember being moved with great emotion as I sung those songs in the dense part of the of the bush that day. I sat on a log and thought about all what I learnt during the camp. I pondered how my heart yearned for the courts of the Lord and that my vision was filled with God absolutely. All I wanted to do was to live for God and to sing his praises every single day and for all eternity.

About one year after my conversation I received Gods call into ministry, when God told me to go to go around the world to tell people that Jesus loves them and is coming soon. Since that time, my whole life’s goal has been to fulfil that call. I have fulfilled it in various forms since 1978, travelling the world with the message of love.  However, at times I have been distracted, waylaid, or gone off the path a few times. Through it all, God always has seen to it that I get back on track one way or another.

The point of sharing this story with you is that the courts of the Lord are also here on earth and are linked with the courts of the Lord in the eternal heaven………

Has this taster interested you?

If so to read the complete story, Watch for and pick up your copy of

Psalm 23 Unwrapped on Amazon in mid- December 2020!

It is my hope to help others to LiveLife on Purpose in Hope Faith and Love. Paula Rose Parish x