Passion for Health

I strongly value three areas of health, each of which impact significantly on the others.

The areas I’m talking about are PHYSICAL, MENTAL, and SPIRITUAL. (I was going to call this item PMS Health, but obviously that wouldn’t attract the appropriate audience.)

I like to keep everything as simple as possible, so I’ll only write a few points on my approach to each of these.

It is important to have goals and routines in relation to exercises, so that you don’t find yourself going for a week without doing anything. I aim to do at least three swimming training sessions a week. Joining a master’s swim club was one of my smarter moves over the past ten years, because it motivates me to maintain a reasonable level of fitness to keep up with the rest of the club members at the weekly group training sessions.

I also have a strong belief in the potential of body weight exercises to produce as much muscle and strength development as could be achieved by attending the most sophisticated gym in the country. I stick to chin-ups, pull-ups, push-ups, dips, and lunge squats. As soon as I recover from a tendon injury in my arm, I plan to record a YouTube item called, “NO GYM – NO PROBLEMS – A CHIN-UP BAR AND THREE CHAIRS”, to demonstrate and explain how to accomplish significant muscle and strength development without the need for any special equipment. Keep an eye on my YouTube channel. (Answers4life)

As far as nutrition is concerned, I don’t go overboard. However I try to limit the amount of sugar and processed food items I consume, and include a fair bit of lean meat, fruit and vegetables in my daily intake. On rare occasions I may indulge in a hamburger, chips and coke.

I’m in my mid 60’s and the idea of “growing old gracefully” doesn’t sit well with me.

Throughout my life I’ve had some struggles with mild depression and anxiety, so I’ve learnt a few skills about maintaining this component of health. One of the main strategies I use is in relation to responding to disappointments. Whenever I encounter a disappointment, I give it a rating between 1 and 10, where a rating 10 disappointment would be something like: living in a developing nation and having my home and half my family washed away by a tsunami. On that basis, I usually have difficulty allocating any more than a rating of 1.5 or 2 to most of my disappointments. That way I can usually get over them fairly quickly and move on.

The other big strategy I use is to keep a list of all the things I can think for which I can be thankful. I recommend you take an hour sometime to brainstorm items for this list, and keep adding to it whenever you identify a new item. You’ll be surprised how easy it is to quickly fill a page. Keep the list handy and refer to it whenever you find yourself getting down about anything. You will find it is very difficult to be thankful and depressed at the same time, but you have to make the choice about which one you will focus on.

I have a personal belief that the “meaning of life” is to live in a close relationship with the Creator of the universe and to draw from that relationship the love and wisdom required to most effectively respond to the support needs of people we encounter throughout our lives.

That would make the spiritual component of health the most important, because if we acknowledge the Creator as being the author and source of love and wisdom, and take notice of the advice he gives us, then our commitment to PHYSICAL and MENTAL health strategies will be the most effective and beneficial for our individual lives.

There is one particular bible verse which I want to tell everyone about. It says:
“If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, then God lives in him and he in God.”
(1 John 4:15)

With a basic understanding of the central message of the New Testament, by making that one sentence statement of acknowledgement, I believe that ANYONE, from any background can enter into a loving father-child relationship with the Creator.

Think about the implications for our individual lives of having the Creator of the universe living within us and guiding us in the ways of perfect love and wisdom. Imagine the impact on world peace if increasing numbers of people throughout the world, especially national leaders, made the choice to accept this offer.

There are couple of booklets on my website which provide more detail on this matter – “Life’s Two Biggest Questions” and “Give Me A Hug”. Also have a look at my YouTube item titled “WORLD PEACE”.

I encourage you to develop a passion for high quality PHYSICAL, MENTAL and SPIRITUAL HEALTH, and enjoy a very rewarding and fulfilling life.

Bob Helyar

Posted in Inspiration | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Why not you?

I don’t usually watch a lot of television, but there is one show that I try to catch each week if I can. “The Australian Story” has been a very successful series for many years. I can think of a few possible reasons for this:

1. Most episodes are about an Australian who has achieved success in some area of life after encountering significant challenges and adversities.
2. They always have a strong inspirational and motivational value.
3. They encourage viewers to dream bigger and aim higher.

There was one particular episode I saw two or three years ago which had a lasting impact on me. I’m a bit hazy on the details but I’ll give you a brief overview of it as my memory permits (but don’t hold me to the accuracy of the content).

The story was about an Australian man who was very successful in Hollywood. He had one of those jobs many people would envy. It involved being the facilitator/escort on promotional tours of movie stars as they toured the world promoting their latest movie.

One of these tours took him to Cambodia. One day, during some of his down time, he hired a taxi and asked the driver to show him some of the poverty areas of the city. So the driver took him to the outer suburbs which were comparative slum areas, but the man clarified that he wanted to see the areas of extreme poverty. The driver then took him to the city garbage dump.

When he got out of the car, he saw large numbers of people living under sheets of plastic, cardboard or whatever they could find for shelter, and all the children were rummaging through the garbage looking for any edible food, or items they may be able to sell to make some money.

While he was there taking all this in, he took a call on his mobile phone. It was from one of the movie stars in her international hotel. She said, “I need to lodge a complaint. I made a specific request for certain food items and they have not been made available. LIFE SHOULD NOT BE THIS DIFFICULT.”

So there he was, surrounded by kids up to their knees in decomposing garbage, trying to find something to eat which would sustain them for another day, while he was responding to a complaint from a very wealthy lady who considered herself disadvantaged because a particular luxury food item wasn’t available on this occasion.

That phone call changed the direction of his life.

He determined right there that as soon as he got back to America, he would sell up all his luxury possessions, then go back to Cambodia and establish a residential facility specifically to take children off the dump and provide them with decent accommodation and food, and opportunities. That became his new purpose in life.

What I love about that story is that it is about someone who encountered a situation of great human suffering and responded with compassion to an inner prompting.

The story initiated the following strong conviction in me:
As a Christian, whenever I encounter a situation (either physically or through the media), where I find myself saying, “This is a really terrible situation – someone should do something about it”, then I need to be very aware of the possibility that God may be prompting me with the words,
“WHY NOT YOU? Why shouldn’t you be the one to initiate some action in response to this situation of human suffering or injustice?”

I know that if my response to such a prompting is, “Well, although I’m really passionate about this, I don’t have the availability or resources to do anything at the moment”, then I will be reminded of the following bible verse:

1 John 5: 14, 15
This is the assurance we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us – whatever we ask – we know that we have what we have asked of him.

A personal discovery I made a couple of years ago is the power of the words in one sentence:

It is a good declaration to make when you feel prompted to do something that is way outside of your comfort zone, because by saying those words, you make yourself accountable to yourself. My own experience is that actions will follow those words.

I recently watched a really powerful motivational video on YouTube. The speaker said, “Be sure that you don’t take your big dreams to the grave with you. The graveyard is the richest place on earth because dreams have been buried there which had the potential to transform the world.”

Bob Helyar

Posted in Inspiration | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Memorable Years

In 2006 I received a phone call from a bloke in Sydney, who was compiling a book about the army unit I was with in Vietnam. He had been given my name by a mutual acquaintance and asked me if I would write an account of my time in National Service and Vietnam for his book. I really enjoyed the exercise of revisiting my memories of the time.

Recently I showed the document to a few friends and they enjoyed it so much I’ve decided to add it to my blog collection. It may appear a bit inconsistent with the theme of previous items but will provide some insight into my earlier years for those who may be interested. Here is a slightly updated version.

Bob Helyar – National Service January 1971 to July 1972

National Service couldn’t have come at a better time for me. A couple of years earlier I had badly failed first year Agricultural Science at the Queensland University. This meant my planned career path had immediately vaporised and I was struggling to come up with a Plan B. I went back to my home town in south west Queensland, Tara, where I spent about six months driving tractors for various local farmers while I pondered my future. In October 1970 I took up an opportunity with the Commonwealth Public Service in Canberra, where I quickly discovered that I hated clerical work. Therefore I was looking forward to the plan the Australian Government had for the next two years of my life, knowing that it would be two years during which I wouldn’t have to worry about what I was going to do.

I have very clear recollections of the day I met up with about thirty blokes at the bus depot in Canberra heading for Kapooka (Recruit Training Battalion). Over the next hour in the bus to Yass and then about four hours in the train to Wagga, over numerous cans of beer, those thirty complete strangers got to know each other very well. The sobering up process was rather abrupt as the army bus, which picked us up from the train in Wagga, approached the gates of Kapooka. The sergeant who was escorting us on the bus eventually got sick of trying to explain things to us over our drunken frivolous efforts to ignore him. He raised his voice and let fly with some very colorful phrases that suddenly made us aware that the ranks of sergeant and corporal were very similar to that of God, so we all immediately became very attentive from that point on.

I occasionally still revisit the photos that were taken of the various stages of recruit training. I was reasonably fit at the time so I didn’t have too much difficulty with the physical challenges. I remember the whole eight weeks being fairly physically and mentally exhausting, but the main thing I remember is how much we laughed. Most of the blokes in our platoon were nashos and accepted that we were in this deal for a couple of years, so may as well make the most of it.

I completed my Corp training in the Ordnance Corp at Albury – Wodonga. What a great place to spend winter – one of the coldest parts of Australia. I had a fibre glass beach buggy at the time and a few of us made the most of the weekends discovering the local country side, including the large number of wineries in the area. While I was there I did some really mad things with a couple of mad mates. One of the more memorable events was spending a Saturday night camping on the shore of Lake Hume in the middle of August. After several flagons of red wine we all ended up swimming in water that was only a few degrees warmer than freezing.

While I was doing my first posting in Bandiana, my boss was Major Bob Phillips. He was a great bloke and believed that anyone who had to do national service deserved to be given any opportunity he asked for. Consequently, when I told him that I was interested in going to Vietnam, it was only a couple of months before I found myself in Canungra (the Jungle Training Centre) where I discovered that Kapooka had been a comparative picnic. However, I got through it and after another month or so I was in Sydney getting ready to board a QANTAS 707 to Saigon. An interesting milestone occurred that night. About an hour before we left the army base for the airport, we were informed that the government had just announced that national servicemen would only be going to Vietnam if they volunteered, so we could have chosen at that point not to go.

Arriving in Saigon we were transferred to a Caribou to get to Vung Tau. I remember as we were cruising up the runway, wondering if the pilot realised that the tailgate was still down. It wasn’t until we were almost off the ground before it closed (perhaps he was just testing us). The first thing I noticed as we took the bus from the airport at Vung Tau to the base, was the smell of the drying fish that seemed to be hanging on every fence. After five months that smell had become the norm, together with the fumes of Lambrettas and motor scooters. The first week I was there it rained continuously – very depressing. After that, the dry season started and it hardly rained again for the rest of my time there

Within a week of me arriving, Nui Dat was evacuated and most of the combat activity ceased. I remember being on the beach, my second week in the country, and seeing about ten choppers come in. They were bringing the 4 RAR troops back from Nui Dat. Before they landed I recognised a bloke sitting in the doorway of one of them. We had been through recruit training together and it was good to catch up with him briefly to hear some of his experiences.

My work there was mainly involved in the outscale, doing stocktakes and preparing equipment to be sent back to Australia. I took a great liking to the Vietnamese people and greatly admired their humility and good nature, in spite of the tragic history they had all witnessed. So my memories are all good ones, many of which are captured in my collection of slides, taken with an instamatic camera I bought second hand off someone for $4. The memories include the beach BBQs, the lunchtime surfing, wild nights at the Arnold Club and the nightclubs of Vung Tau, various Australian Concert Parties, and forming some of the closest friendships I have ever had. I became a fan of Lorrae Desmond at one of the concerts and had the privilege of meeting her on a couple of occasions in later years when she performed at a hotel in Canberra where I was working. Like everyone else, I’ve got entertaining memories of my last night in the Arnold Club before returning to Australia – the usual primal ritual – skulling 20 oz of beer and then getting my gear ripped off.

One of my favourite slides is the movie theatre beside the club. After the tent had been removed so that the aluminium frame could be sent back to Australia, for about the last month we just watched movies under the stars. The slide shows a mass of very worn chairs between the projection box and the screen and a 44-gallon drum in front of the screen to catch the empty beer cans that were thrown from every seat. (The front row of seats was not a good place to be.)
Another memorable slide shows a few of us sleeping in hammocks, strung up between the protective blast wall around the hut and the barbed wire fence surrounding the compound, the morning after a long night of drinking.

I enjoy reflecting like this. However, I’m reluctant to make too much of a big deal of my great time in Vietnam because I know that for many other soldiers, their tour of duty holds some of their most devastating memories, which form one of the darkest chapters of their lives.

I had the privilege of flying back to Australia in a Hercules. What a great experience – no sleep for twenty hours of deafening vibrations. I spent most of the night drinking cans of Tooheys on the tailgate where it was coolest.

My last few months of army life were at Moorebank, Sydney. Quite a few of my best mates from Vung Tau ended up there with me. This meant that I wasted a lot of money at pubs and horse races.

I was extremely restless after being discharged and it took me years to settle down. I tried a wide variety of careers over the subsequent eight years, including Real Estate sales, various positions with the Lakeside International Hotel, and working with young people who had problems with alcoholism, drug addictions and homelessness. Eventually I found a suitability working with people with disabilities and worked in that field for many years.

Through my eighteen months in National Service, I grew to value and respect the adventurous spirit within me. Over the past thirty years I’ve developed a wild missionary heart and I now exercise this adventurous spirit doing things like trekking around remote villages in PNG, and smuggling bibles into China.

At the age of 63, I am very thankful for all the challenges and events that have contributed to who I am today. I have been blessed with a wonderful wife for 31 years. I have two great stepsons, two beautiful daughters, three grand sons and two granddaughters. Since 1985, we have been living in Logan City where we love the climate and the close proximity to the Gold Coast.

On a couple of occasions over the past thirty years I have caught up with a few of the blokes whose company I greatly valued in the 1971-72 chapter of my life. It would be great to stumble across a few more sometime.

Bob Helyar

Posted in Inspiration | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Bullying and the Measure of a Man

Bullying occurs across all groups and ages. However, this short message is mainly intended for boys and young men, who are likely to become perpetrators or victims of bullying.

From memories and observations I made in my childhood and teen years, I’ve made the assumption that bullying is often a boy’s attempt to demonstrate his manliness to others. Acts of bullying usually occur in front of a group of followers, so that the display of manliness can gain the reputation the bully desires.

At that age, boys and young men have different ideas of “the measure of a man”.
Some of these measures include:
• Physical strength
• Sporting achievements
• Fearlessness
• Daring to speak in a mocking and disrespectful manner to teachers and other people in positions of authority
• Adventurous experimentation with alcohol and drugs and
• Being known as a “winner” with significant numbers of the opposite sex.

There’s another measure of a man I to want highlight, because I believe that if we could get boys and young men to value this particular measure, then we could make significant advances in overcoming bullying.

The measure I’m talking about is how prepared someone is to risk his reputation, and possibly losing some of his friends, to defend, support and encourage those who are weaker and less confident than others.

Consider this fairly typical bullying scenario.
A quiet natured high school boy (about 13 to 15 years old) is sitting by himself in the schoolyard having lunch. Another boy, with several of his mates following approaches the boy and demands that he hand over his lunch and pocket money. After the boy complies with the demand, the other boy spits in his face and makes some very devaluing, humiliating comments to him before walking away, with his friends admiring him for his toughness and general manliness.

I’ll come back to that scenario in a moment.

There’s a good illustration of the measure of a man I mentioned earlier, in a bible story which is well known as the parable of the Good Samaritan. It is a story Jesus told when he was talking with a man about the importance of the commandment to “love your neighbour”. The man asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbour?” Here is a rough version of the story Jesus told in response to the question:

A man was walking along a road, which was the main method of travelling 2,000 years ago, when a group of men attacked him. They robbed him, stripped him, and severely beat him, and then left him naked and half dead on the side of the road.

Two different men came past him on separate occasions. They were both citizens who were highly regarded in religious circles. However, for personal reasons they chose not to get involved and passed by the wounded man without offering any assistance.

Then another man came along. He was from a cultural group who were significantly devalued in the community. However, when he saw the man, he felt compassion for him. He performed some first aid on his wounds, gave him some of his clothes, and then took the man on his donkey to the nearest village where he arranged for accommodation for him at an inn. He then told the inn keeper that he would pay for any additional costs of looking after the man when he returned.

After telling that story, Jesus asked the question, “Which of the three men who came along would you say was a neighbour to the man who had been attacked?” The obvious answer was, “The one who looked after him.”

Now the question, “Who was a neighbour to the man?” is very similar to the question, “Who was the real man in this situation?”

Let’s go back to the school yard scenario.

Keeping in mind the measure of a man that I mentioned earlier, about defending, supporting, and encouraging those who are weaker and less confident than others, my suggestion is that a real man in this situation would be one of the group following the bully, who steps in and says, “Leave him alone – give him back his lunch and money”, and then sits down with the boy and gives him assurance that he’ll look after him, be his friend, and help him to develop more confidence. He gives no consideration to the possibility that he may lose some of his friends by interfering in the situation this way.

Being popular with the “in-group” is very important for boys and young men. It gives them a feeling of security.

Being a real man, according to the measure I’ve presented here isn’t easy, because it may involve losing favour with the popular crowd. It takes a lot of courage to stand against the flow of the majority. But I believe that choosing to make a commitment to someone who needs a supportive, encouraging friend and mentor will ultimately win the admiration of people who matter most, and that choice will be a much more rewarding experience.

In later years, this is the quality of character who will take the lead in standing against the major injustices in the world (like child slavery), and the oppression of minority groups.

Posted in Inspiration | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment


I have a friend whose approach and attitude to life is a great source of inspiration to me.

I first met him in 1966 when we were both 16 years old. We ate at the same dining table at boarding school (Toowoomba Grammar), during the most uncomfortable year of my life. I didn’t get to know him very well at the time. I was a fairly quiet natured country town boy, so my first year away from home was certain to be one during which I would be forced to rapidly develop some social skills, purely to survive each day. In contrast, he had already been there for a couple of years and to me he appeared to be one of the fittest, strongest boys in the school, with heaps of confidence in his physical and sporting abilities. He was playing for the top school rugby union team, a year ahead of his age group. The term, “mountain man” would best describe my recollection of him.

Last year I received a copy of the school magazine in the mail and noted a short item about this man, Heyward Robertson who had just launched a book he had recently written. I couldn’t recognise him from the photo, but 46 years makes some significant changes in our appearances. So, I did a Google search on the name, realising that there couldn’t be too many Heyward Robertsons in the world. As I read his website, there was no doubt that this was the bloke I’d shared a dining table with in 1966. However, the developments in his life were way beyond what I could have imagined.

At the age of 21, he was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (MS), and is now totally quadriplegic. I ordered a copy of his book which I couldn’t put down till I finished it. I sent him an email saying how much I had enjoyed it. Surprisingly, he remembered me and as he is only living a couple of hours away in Toowoomba, I took a drive to catch up with him. That visit turned out to be one of the most inspiring five hours I’ve spent for many years. He hardly made any reference to the difficulties he has encountered through living with the disease. His conversation was totally positive as we discussed various mutual acquaintances from the past, and his big plans for the future.

As his story goes, at the time of his deepest depression, when he was coming to terms with the doctor’s information that his newly acquired disease was degenerative, (meaning that he would first lose the use of his legs and later be confined to a wheel chair) he made a personal declaration which changed the direction of his life. That declaration was, “I choose to live”. At that point he chose not to focus on the level of hardship that would be imposed on his life by MS, but instead to consider all options available, through which he could make significant achievements that would make his life meaningful and rewarding. Writing his book is an excellent example. He completed the whole task with a voice activated computer.

I have a poster in my study which is a statement by Theodore Roosevelt:


This is exactly the attitude Heyward has applied to his life.

Lately, I have been reflecting on his words, “I choose to live”, and decided to do a bit of a brainstorming exercise, listing all the choices I could think of which are associated with the overall choice to live. So far I’ve come up with 30, and I keep adding to it.

Here are a few from my list:
• I choose to love unconditionally.
• I choose to forgive.
• I choose to smile and focus on how much I have to be thankful for when I am feeling down.
• I choose to encourage and inspire those who lack confidence and struggle to find purpose in life.
• I choose to withhold judgement and criticism of others.
• I choose to not take offence to anything anyone says or does against me.
• I choose to discipline my thoughts, words and actions.
• I choose to maintain a positive attitude through disappointing circumstances.
• I choose to live adventurously and give generously.
• I choose to apply myself well to any innovative ideas that come to me.
• I choose to welcome uncomfortable circumstances as opportunities for personal growth.

From my Christian perspective, I would summarise them all with the following statement:
I choose to embrace the fullness of life by maintaining a very close Father-child relationship with the Creator of the universe; and drawing from that relationship the love and wisdom required to most effectively respond to the needs of others I encounter throughout my life.

A couple of very short booklets I’ve written expand a bit on this perspective. (Life’s Two Biggest Questions, and Give Me A Hug.) They are on my website.

The title of Heyward’s book is, “RIDING THE ROUGH ROAD”. You can buy a copy from his website.
I highly recommend it to anyone who values inspirational and motivational writers.

Bob Helyar

Posted in Inspiration | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

You raise me up

I have a favourite song, YOU RAISE ME UP.

I recently attended a performance by Harrison Craig at Jupiter’s Casino on Queensland’s Gold Coast, where he sang the song with such passion that reinforced the inspiration I receive from the words. (Check his recording of the song on YouTube.)

I remember the first time I took note of the words of the song. The last line had particular significance for me, “You raise me up to more than I can be.” I don’t know what the writer intended with those words, but for me they mean, “You inspire and motivate me to believe that I can achieve far more than I ever imagined I could.”

Here’s an example. About six years ago, at the age of 57, I joined a Masters Swimming Club. Since my youth, I’ve made irregular attempts at maintaining some degree of fitness, which included occasional swimming sessions if I was living near a public pool. I used to think that 500 metres was a reasonable effort (ten lengths of an Olympic pool). However, when I joined the swim club, I was mixing with other members who swim two or three kilometres in a training session (50 to 60 lengths of the Olympic pool).

Initially I was prepared to just accept that I was at a different standard from the others, and would be satisfied to improve at a comfortable rate. That attitude quickly dissolved when the club coach, who runs our training session once a fortnight, started challenging me to take on some routines that were way outside my comfort zone – initially exhausting. I had the choice at that point to persevere to get myself to the level she was challenging me to reach, or to leave the club and just continue with some improved, but still comfortable personal swimming goals.

I decided to accept the challenge of staying with the club, persevering with whatever routines the coach includes in the training sessions, and challenging myself to include routines of increasing degrees of difficulty in my personal training sessions. (No more relaxing one kilometre swims.)

Now, six years later, at the age of 63, I’m swimming at a standard I never imagined possible in my teens and early adult years.


Because someone came into my life “who raised me up to more than I could be.” – a mentor I didn’t have in my youth to speak some higher beliefs into me about my capacity to achieve through the application of disciplined commitment.


What I’ve learnt out of this experience is the importance of valuing people who have the capacity to inspire and motivate you to think bigger and achieve greater, and then making the determination to embrace the life transforming opportunities that have been made available to you through those people.

The other part of the lesson is the importance of identifying the people you encounter in your journey through life WHO NEED YOU to raise them up to aspire to levels of achievement and purpose in life beyond their imagination.

The song has another special significance for me. The words of the song describe the experience I occasionally have at 3am if I wake up struggling with anxiety, or worries about one or more of the issues of life I have on my mind at the time (Let’s be honest and just call them fears.). I’ve learnt that the best thing I can do when this happens is firstly to stop trying to get back to sleep. Then get out of bed and go to a place in the house or yard where I can sit quietly and talk with God about the situations confronting me.

Invariably, when I do this, my perspective of the situations change. My attitude to them turns from worry to trust, and subsequently joy and peace, as my belief that God has everything in control, increases.

This doesn’t necessarily mean that the circumstances will change or the difficulties subside. However, my belief that I will be able to get through the situations with His help gives me the confidence to face the day more peacefully.

Look at the words of the song and you’ll identify the experience I’m talking about:

When I am down and oh my soul so weary,
When troubles come and my heart burdened be,
Then I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit a while with me.

You raise me up so I can stand on mountains,
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas,
I am strong when I am on your shoulders,
You raise me up to more than I can be.

Here are a couple of bible passages which reflect my experiences.

Psalm 16:11 (NIV)
You have made known to me the path of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence,
with eternal pleasures at your right hand.

Proverbs 3: 25, 26 (NIV)
Have no fear of sudden disaster or the ruin that overtakes the wicked,
For the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared.

I remember being at the coast in the surf one day with my grandson when he was about four years old. I was holding him as the wave bashed against us. He said, “Grand dad, take me out into the rough part and put me on your shoulders.” So that’s what we did. He was having a great adventurous time shouting with excitement believing that he was totally safe above the waves on my shoulders, while I was getting pounded.

I realised from that experience, that in times of challenge, I need to visualise myself on the shoulders of Jesus, in a place of peace amidst the storms of life.

Jesus was the ultimate mentor to his disciples. He raised them up to operate in the supernatural level of life. He even called one of them to walk on water with him.

Now he has left us with another mentor/counsellor, called the Holy Spirit.
There is a verse in the New Testament which encourages me to persevere with developing an increasingly close relationship with him, with the belief that what God can do with my life is beyond my comprehension.

1 Corinthians 2:9 (NIV)
No eye has seen,
no ear has heard,
no mind has conceived
what God has prepared for those who love him.

If you’ve got any questions about concepts mentioned in this item, please send me an email.

Bob Helyar

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , | 1 Comment

Website Launch

I’ve just launched my new website This is my first experience of developing a website which contains more than one document. It is also my first experience with recording YouTube items and writing blog updates.

For the past thirty years I’ve had a compulsive habit of journaling. Most days I have some thoughts, experience, or insights I want to capture. Consequently I’ve ended up with heaps of exercise books full of daily entries.

I have a desire to provide some encouragement, inspiration, or motivation to people who are struggling with any area of life. This desire probably comes from my own personal struggles with varying degrees of depression, anxiety and self-limiting mind sets. Through the application of my spiritual beliefs, I’ve developed strategies to manage and progressively overcome these challenges.

I value and receive inspiration from books and movies about people who have risen up out of extreme adversities to achieve significant outcomes for themselves and others. Occasionally I may use the blog to briefly review one of those books or movies.

However, as the blog is a new experience for me, I’ll take it on as an adventure in sharing and see how it evolves.

I welcome any email comments or questions about anything I say or write.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment