Sometimes, particularly when my health is invovled I revert back to childhood and become very fearful. I just want reassurance that it’s going to be OK and to be held in comforting arms. But, as an adult it is more complex than just crawling into Dad’s lap during a thunderstorm or falling asleep while mom gently runs her fingers th rough my hair and says it will be OK.
I don’t know about you but my mind is a noisy place. I often am thinking about several things at any given time and find myself feeling more and more aprehensive as my mind plays through every scenerio possible. I saw something on facebook that confirmed to me that this was a problem. It was a picture that said a womans mind is like a search browser with 2,698 tabs open. Sadly I could relate to this. I find this to be distracting and exhausing. I find that it makes me work slower at the task at hand and loose sleep at night, I have even found it has made it hard to participate fully in a conversation with a person who is right beside me. This is not what God wants for us. He wants us to quiet your mind. Take control of your thoughts and not allow them to run wild.
Satan is the master of confusion (Ephesians 6:11) when there is confusion and chaos in a situation he is at his greatest. So don’t let your mind be a play ground for him.
With the latest news of the Boston bombing and the thoughts of Sandy Hook still lingering in our countries mind and growing unrest in the middle east it is easy to be stricken with anxiety, fear and uncertainty. It is easy to be scared and depressed wondering where this world is going and what is going to happen.
I am a very structured person. Some people may even go as far as to say a control freak. I like to know all the details before going into a situation so that I can plan for them. Unfortunately life does not seem to work that way. There are constant curve balls thrown at you.
If you ask my friends and family you will quickly find out the words “Just Relax” are easier said then done. I am a fairly high strung person who has made an art of worrying. As I was reading through God’s word I found that this was not the way we as Christians are supposed to live.
Tonight at youth group we started our series about Christmas. Our youth pastor promised us a different view of the Christmas story than we may have noticed in the past. Tonight we took a closer look at the shepherds.
Life is filled with tough decisions and it seems like most of them start flying at you as a teenager.
Should I date him? What College should I go to? Where should I get a job? What does God want me to be? Should I play that sport?
Are they actually a good friend? What should I major in? What do I want to be? Should I go to that party? Should I retake the SAT?
Should I stay at home or get my own Place? Which parent should I live with? Should I wait for sex? Is drinking really that bad?
Bikini season is rearing. Let me tell you, I think about it every day; every meal I am constantly calculating what I can and can’t get away with. Yet, It wasn’t until health class that I realized I may have been struggling with the beginning stages of anorexia. Although, those of us who suffer from self-image problems hardly think about the Christian perspective on eating disorders. -But shouldn’t we? More…
Baggy Jeans , Hat turned back
Walk with Pride, Like nothing you lack
But if I take, a look in your eyes
That is about when I realize
That you are not, just another guy
Your Broken heart begins to cry
Angry words, Screaming fights
Wake you up, late at night
Just wanting out, Somewhere to be
Someone to Listen and set you free
Just open up, put down your guard
Let God in It’s not too hard
He will pick you up in times of trials
Heals your wounds and teach you to smile
he will go home with you tonight
Help you end when they fight
Just let down your rough exterior
and let God heal your wounded interior
The story behind this poem was inspired by a friend I had in high school. He was a very confident, pleasant and tough guy. Or so the rest of the world had thought.
He had an awful home life it was full or turmoil and mind games played by his father. He was the first person I ever had met that self injured, This broke my heart because you would never have known from the outside.
I wrote this poem to remind people to look deeper into a persons life and not just take things at face value. When you take those extra moments to look into someones life you could actually be saving it!
“Oh no, we’re never going to make it.” it is amazing to me how many times we, as Christians fall in to this trap of being, what I like to call Eeyore Chrisitans.
You know who I am talking about. We all know people like this! This is the person who we say “Good morning!” and they reply “If it is a good morning, which I doubt then…”. Maybe you say ” Have a good day!” and they respond “I’ll try but, it probably won’t happen.”