One day last year, I had this realization… I felt kind of numb, and a voice in the back of my mind whispered, "something's wrong with you… You don't care enough… You're losing your empathy…" and it just hit me... Continue Reading →
I’ve got these thoughts rolling around in my mind. I’ve been watching this show that showcases a manipulative culture where men have dominated over women assuming that they would naturally, courageously fight back against their sexual motives claiming sex was... Continue Reading →
1 Corinthians 13:4-8 NIV Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
I have this thought running through my mind as I can't sleep at the moment... I used to have this feeling that worship songs should have been sung personally, to God. For example, instead of "How He Loves" we should... Continue Reading →
I find myself terrible at remembering names or other details. My memory sort of sucks. But in life, when circumstances arise that feel tough, scary, or hard to handle, a small, still voice whispers things like, "be still... let me fight this battle," (Exodus 14:14) or, "I'll never give you more than you can handle, stand firm, persevere, and have hope..." (1 Corinthians 10:13, 15:58, 16:13, & James 1:2-4).
But there is something about this Love; something that changes in you when you come to truly understand it. This is a Love you can't escape, sabotage, or destroy. You can HATE Him... And He will STILL LOVE you. The moment I realized He's there and He's not going away... I can't avoid it and I cling to Him.
From my point of view, I was treating life like a math problem. I was weighing outcomes that hadn't even presented themselves as possibilities. I was calculating what could be the worst to happen, the best to happen, and everything in between. Oblivious to how tortured I was, I thought I knew everything and I literally knew nothing.
It's as though I'm learning His language and the more we get to talking, the more I wanna know.
If anyone knew me entirely... they'd walk away. At least, that's another lie I've embraced. If anyone took the time to know all the crazy... the darkness... the light... the good things and the bad... if they knew everything, I'd be too intense to even be around. So, I walk muffled and stuffed into whatever sized box seems appropriate for the time.
But here is a truth I've come to know and understand... what the world and all of these people think... doesn't matter. I can change myself, my choices, my circumstances. I can be happy. Deserving love and things is not something you need to be born into, it's something adequately and openly available... we just have to give it a chance.
Rescued Hope 