January 2010
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December 2009
The "D" Word
Depression. Nobody ever wants to talk about it.
Some of the most faithful people in the Bible- the psalmists, for example- struggled with feelings of extreme depression and anxiety. There is a huge stigma attached to emotional problems such as depression and anxiety (which just happen to be two of the most common emotional health challenges). Sadly, this stigma seems to especially tint the views...
God is not what you imagine or what you think you understand. If you understand,...
– Augustine
Our Hearts Are Restless
It seems that God teaches us the most poignant lessons when we pay attention to the ways in which His Kingdom is upside down from ours. Perhaps God wants us to feel strongly dissatisfied with the imperfections of our current state and long for what is to come. Could it be that in those moments of yearning we grow to better understand the ways of our Lord? “Everlasting God, in whom we live...
…my sad thoughts float.
Ephesians 4:30
Don’t grieve God. Don’t break His heart. His Holy Spirit, moving and breathing in you, is the most intimate part of your life, making you fit for Himself. Don’t take such a gift for granted.
Wild Boar FTW
swiftlyarriving:
Where are you from? Well if you must know, I am from Windsor, the pinky toe of Canada. I am a high five away from Michigan.
What do you do? Grandma’s answer: I’m a perpetual student at the university, studying Art History and maybe eventually hoping to become a teacher. I work part-time at a Christian bookstore.
But really, I have no idea what I really want to do...
We’ve got information in the information age
But do we know what life is...
– Switchfoot, Gone
Colossians 2:5
For though I am far away from you, my heart is with you. And I rejoice that you are living as you should and that your faith in Christ is strong.
Soon and very soon
My King is coming
Robed in righteousness
And crowned with...
– Hillsong United, Soon
AHH I just want to kiss everyone!
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Our eyes were blind, we did not see We didn’t know who You were.
Hello. I won’t be on here for a while, in case you’re wondering where I’ve gone. I hope you all have a great Christmas.
I hate the holidays. Nobody else understands this so I don’t really expect you to either but if you want we can sit down and talk about it sometime. When I’m upset, I like to hide from everyone and I really like to hide by sleeping. The great thing about this year is that starting tomorrow, for 2 glorious weeks I am house-sitting and cat-sitting and car-borrowing. That means I can...
The Shopper’s Drug Mart near my house scares the crap out of me, and it’s not just the employees. Scenario 1: -Obnoxious guy tails me into the parking lot with the front headlight out on his car. Our conversation later: Me- “Hey, your headlight is out, just so you know.” Guy- “Yeah it’s okay, nobody’s in the car.” Me- “Um. No. The headlight is...
I do not like myself today.
Recapitulation Station
Today: -opened a lovely Christmas present I got in the mail! -worked 9:30-6 in the abysmally cheerful environment of the bookstore -had another encounter with a mouse near the staff room microwave (can someone please care enough to buy…I don’t know…mousetraps?!) -engraved 4 bibles like a champ
Tonight: - went over to Jessica’s house for “Black Tie Poker Night”,...
Tonight…ugh. 20-something guy customer: “Hey I need the Chris Tomlin cd.” Me: “Sure, which one are you looking for?” Guy: “The new Christmas one.” Me: “I’m sorry, we’re actually sold out of that one. It’s been really popular.” Guy: “Wow, you suck.” Me: “Excuse me?” Guy: (stares at me) You guys suck. ...
safe
It’s not that I need someone to help me fix things, explain away my sadness, or tell me everything will be okay. It’s more that I just need someone to recognize that sometimes things can’t be fixed, that I am more than a battle of chemicals and that there is a part of me that matters and is worth sticking it out for.
Dear Thug Lyfe Committee Outside Of Walmart Doors, This is not my ideal place to be at 12:30 in the morning and I realize it may not be for you either, but I had shopping to do and not enough time for it. Plus I ran out of deodorant yesterday and I wanted the kind that smells like cupcakes. What’s your excuse for being here? And no, you can’t have my number. Go home to bed. I just want...