Saturday, April 4, 2015
Back to Blog
It has been a looong time since I've updated here.
This is where I need to share things. FB is great, but sometimes I just need to get away from it. I do spend a decent amount of time on there.
Lately I've been very lonely. I cannot drive anymore... I would like to get out of the house, but it is tough now because I have more social anxiety. What will people think of who I am now? Why do I care about that? Because I am a compassionate person and I want people's approval.
I've recently had the revelation that I AM worthy of people's respect, but most of the time I do not respect myself. I cannot be perfect. Especially academically. I've spent most of my life trying to be perfect in everything. My parents didn't push me into sports or whatnot yet I still feel as if I'm a failure for not being further along with my life as far as a career, for example.
I'd like to like myself and where I am currently, but it is getting difficult to respect myself. I have ALWAYS beaten myself up. I'm looking forward to some professional help with all my psychological and psychological issues, but part of me doubts I can change. I am willing to try, though.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
This is the best
This is the best way to keep a diary. This is kind of public though. I love writing esays
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Cynicism
Is My Cynicism of Men Justified?
As the title states, I don’t care about other people’s cynicism toward men. The question begs more questions: whether it was brought on by past sin, present expectation, or future hope. Can it be reversed? Does one’s whole life have to be affected severely by it?
If cynicism toward men by me was brought on by past sin, it deserves careful thought. I no doubt have past sin, as everyone, but does it have anything to do with today’s cynicism? I also no doubt hate the sin that men have decided to throw at me, sexually and otherwise. I am presently burdened by it, even if I claim not to be to anyone’s face. It keeps cropping up like weeds in an otherwise gorgeous, flourishing garden. I tend to lump groups of men together as players, nice, mean, and other simple terms that are stereotypical and mean in their own right. This has a huge effect toward making my cynicism prosper.
Perhaps my current cynicism of men is because of my present expectation of men. I expect that men who appear nice will be nice, instead of treating me like their mistress or garbage can, or both. We are generally speaking of Christ-followers, or pretenders of Christ-followers. I don’t believe it is too childish of me to think that people are inherently good… although Paul does say in Romans that no one is good, not one. I also expect that men can see a little of who I am, and so treat me with dignity and not make too many outlandish assumptions.
In terms of future hope, I started thinking about marriage at age 8, and my mom told me I needn’t worry about it quite yet. All the same, I pictured a very long line of men in my mind, lined up to be The One; the person I’d eventually marry. As I’d date one man, he would step forward in the line of men, but not too far forward. When we broke up, he’d step back, and eventually with the years, disappear from the line. With my cynicism at full blast, is there a line? I’m of childbearing age, and God knows I see it within the next one or two years to marry. This paper was initiated out of all three of these concepts discussed. I can’t, won’t sit around doing nothing about this cynicism and hatred and let it destroy me. It impacts my depression acutely.
For reversal, my options appear limited. Take the anti-depressant. Talk to men you don’t like to create reverse psychology and you may end up liking them. Don’t talk to men you like, you’ll be sorely and painfully disappointed; thus increasing cynicism and distress.
My life this morning has been affected severely by cynicism. I was so angry at what a man said to my face on Sunday that I could only look at people as I drove by with that same anger. I am in the image business, and anger on a face of someone in the image business will not increase business. This in turn affects my level of depression adversely because I let a potential customer see my weakness. This cycle of cynicism is not what God had in mind when He created me.
All in all, my cynicism of men may be justified by my past sin and present expectation. My future hope of a man who will treat me the way God intended a man to treat me is separate, and will remain a hope until it is actualized. I don’t see a way of reversing my cynicism, only diminishing it by finite amounts. Lastly, I know who I am in Christ and I needn’t be so angry. I’m Emilie, though, and being angry and defensive is something I’ve become quite skilled at as an adolescent as well as into adulthood.
As the title states, I don’t care about other people’s cynicism toward men. The question begs more questions: whether it was brought on by past sin, present expectation, or future hope. Can it be reversed? Does one’s whole life have to be affected severely by it?
If cynicism toward men by me was brought on by past sin, it deserves careful thought. I no doubt have past sin, as everyone, but does it have anything to do with today’s cynicism? I also no doubt hate the sin that men have decided to throw at me, sexually and otherwise. I am presently burdened by it, even if I claim not to be to anyone’s face. It keeps cropping up like weeds in an otherwise gorgeous, flourishing garden. I tend to lump groups of men together as players, nice, mean, and other simple terms that are stereotypical and mean in their own right. This has a huge effect toward making my cynicism prosper.
Perhaps my current cynicism of men is because of my present expectation of men. I expect that men who appear nice will be nice, instead of treating me like their mistress or garbage can, or both. We are generally speaking of Christ-followers, or pretenders of Christ-followers. I don’t believe it is too childish of me to think that people are inherently good… although Paul does say in Romans that no one is good, not one. I also expect that men can see a little of who I am, and so treat me with dignity and not make too many outlandish assumptions.
In terms of future hope, I started thinking about marriage at age 8, and my mom told me I needn’t worry about it quite yet. All the same, I pictured a very long line of men in my mind, lined up to be The One; the person I’d eventually marry. As I’d date one man, he would step forward in the line of men, but not too far forward. When we broke up, he’d step back, and eventually with the years, disappear from the line. With my cynicism at full blast, is there a line? I’m of childbearing age, and God knows I see it within the next one or two years to marry. This paper was initiated out of all three of these concepts discussed. I can’t, won’t sit around doing nothing about this cynicism and hatred and let it destroy me. It impacts my depression acutely.
For reversal, my options appear limited. Take the anti-depressant. Talk to men you don’t like to create reverse psychology and you may end up liking them. Don’t talk to men you like, you’ll be sorely and painfully disappointed; thus increasing cynicism and distress.
My life this morning has been affected severely by cynicism. I was so angry at what a man said to my face on Sunday that I could only look at people as I drove by with that same anger. I am in the image business, and anger on a face of someone in the image business will not increase business. This in turn affects my level of depression adversely because I let a potential customer see my weakness. This cycle of cynicism is not what God had in mind when He created me.
All in all, my cynicism of men may be justified by my past sin and present expectation. My future hope of a man who will treat me the way God intended a man to treat me is separate, and will remain a hope until it is actualized. I don’t see a way of reversing my cynicism, only diminishing it by finite amounts. Lastly, I know who I am in Christ and I needn’t be so angry. I’m Emilie, though, and being angry and defensive is something I’ve become quite skilled at as an adolescent as well as into adulthood.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Stories
Ask me about stories I have written! :) It's been a long time since I've been on here...but I'm really happy because I got a new operating system but I can keep my current computer, which is awesome.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Still Going
I'm still making it day by day...slowly. Pretty depressed. Try to be happy...watch comedies and the like.
I hope you are well.
I hope you are well.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Mom - new blog
For all that don't know, my mom passed away on Sunday. We have started a blog to share memories of her.
This new blog's address is
http://cyd-mems.blogspot.com
We will be working on letting family know about it, and hopefully there will be many different contributors.
Love,
Em
This new blog's address is
http://cyd-mems.blogspot.com
We will be working on letting family know about it, and hopefully there will be many different contributors.
Love,
Em
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Jason: Wednesday
I have had about four bad dreams about my friend Jason. In my waking life, I know he's not here and it's not that big of a deal. My dream life turns it into a very big deal sometimes. This is what I would call a nightmare. I had this dream on Wednesday morning before I woke up. I should give you some background of the setting first. My aunt's house is what I'll refer to the location as. She passed on Christmas Eve 2009 in that house. My aunt's house plays the role of the hospital Jason was in before he left.
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Jason was staying at my aunt's house to recuperate for a time. I wanted to go visit him; see how he was doing.
I drove there after dark and he was laying on a mattress in what is the kitchen area, but that was not the function of the room in the dream. The mattress was sideways like this -- and I laid down on a mattress that was this direction | right by his. It seemed as if I were staying the night, but it was more like four hours.
The next night I wanted to go see him again, but I had my dad drive me. Jason was up, walking around right outside the house. He seemed angry almost, as if he knew that I didn't drive there; it bothered him. I left.
The next night, I drove over with my friend Linds and we went "upstairs". In my aunt's house she has a basement, a main floor, and a top floor. In the dream, what was upstairs is actually what the basement looks like. Jason was here.
We saw a burgundy leather couch with sheets on it. It was way far back from the TV. (A TV shouldn't have been there). Linds made herself at home on the couch. We both planned to stay the night. I said, "This one turns into a hide-a-bed," although I don't know how I knew that. The TV was on, and Linds watched it from the couch.
I went over to where Jason was. He was in a huge gray mesh tent-like structure. The top and bottom edges of it were black, and around the front zipper was black. The zipper was only accessible from the inside. There was a Poltergeist-esque light coming from inside the tent. (If you haven't seen Poltergeist, picture the light that emits from snowy reception on a TV.) I got unnerved then, and didn't feel like trying to get Jason out.
A lot of different questions entered my mind. Is he hurt in there, did he not want to talk, why was he in there, what caused the light, was he scared?
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I didn't finish the dream because I had to get up to go somewhere. I was grateful that I didn't get to finish the dream because things could have only gotten worse.
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Jason was staying at my aunt's house to recuperate for a time. I wanted to go visit him; see how he was doing.
I drove there after dark and he was laying on a mattress in what is the kitchen area, but that was not the function of the room in the dream. The mattress was sideways like this -- and I laid down on a mattress that was this direction | right by his. It seemed as if I were staying the night, but it was more like four hours.
The next night I wanted to go see him again, but I had my dad drive me. Jason was up, walking around right outside the house. He seemed angry almost, as if he knew that I didn't drive there; it bothered him. I left.
The next night, I drove over with my friend Linds and we went "upstairs". In my aunt's house she has a basement, a main floor, and a top floor. In the dream, what was upstairs is actually what the basement looks like. Jason was here.
We saw a burgundy leather couch with sheets on it. It was way far back from the TV. (A TV shouldn't have been there). Linds made herself at home on the couch. We both planned to stay the night. I said, "This one turns into a hide-a-bed," although I don't know how I knew that. The TV was on, and Linds watched it from the couch.
I went over to where Jason was. He was in a huge gray mesh tent-like structure. The top and bottom edges of it were black, and around the front zipper was black. The zipper was only accessible from the inside. There was a Poltergeist-esque light coming from inside the tent. (If you haven't seen Poltergeist, picture the light that emits from snowy reception on a TV.) I got unnerved then, and didn't feel like trying to get Jason out.
A lot of different questions entered my mind. Is he hurt in there, did he not want to talk, why was he in there, what caused the light, was he scared?
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I didn't finish the dream because I had to get up to go somewhere. I was grateful that I didn't get to finish the dream because things could have only gotten worse.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Wow
It has been a long time since I've written anything here. On the upside I am writing on other sites and even handwriting some things. There's something cool about writing things by hand.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Uncomfortable Shoes
I wore shoes today that are supposed to be nice work-related shoes, but I wore them all day. I decided to, granted, but my feet are not liking me right now.
The sermon tonight was in part about doing hard things, and I related doing hard things with wearing uncomfortable shoes. They may seem comfortable for the first few hours, but once you hit that seven or eight hour mark, along with knee-high stockings that are cutting off the circulation to your legs, watch out.
This is also reminiscent of the movie The Second Chance with Michael W. Smith, which I've written about occasionally. Smith goes to the inner city, slings potatoes with the inner city pastor for 10 minutes, while on camera, and then goes back to his mega-church...I won't ruin the rest; it is an excellent film, as well as Smith's debut film role. The sermon tonight also mentioned virtue, and people who are genuinely being virtuous and passionate about the inner city for God versus people who just sling potatoes for ten minutes.
I think people generally, whether Christian or not, want to be comfortable. We want to stay where it's safe, and not risk life or limb for anyone, let alone God. I believe God calls us to live riskily, and be a martyr if necessary. That's for another blog entry completely, though.
Sometimes you have to don those uncomfortable shoes for what seems like an unbearable amount of time, but you're feet will feel better once you've broken them in.
The sermon tonight was in part about doing hard things, and I related doing hard things with wearing uncomfortable shoes. They may seem comfortable for the first few hours, but once you hit that seven or eight hour mark, along with knee-high stockings that are cutting off the circulation to your legs, watch out.
This is also reminiscent of the movie The Second Chance with Michael W. Smith, which I've written about occasionally. Smith goes to the inner city, slings potatoes with the inner city pastor for 10 minutes, while on camera, and then goes back to his mega-church...I won't ruin the rest; it is an excellent film, as well as Smith's debut film role. The sermon tonight also mentioned virtue, and people who are genuinely being virtuous and passionate about the inner city for God versus people who just sling potatoes for ten minutes.
I think people generally, whether Christian or not, want to be comfortable. We want to stay where it's safe, and not risk life or limb for anyone, let alone God. I believe God calls us to live riskily, and be a martyr if necessary. That's for another blog entry completely, though.
Sometimes you have to don those uncomfortable shoes for what seems like an unbearable amount of time, but you're feet will feel better once you've broken them in.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Drive Safe
Don't people say that all the time? Drive safe, and then your automatic response is "Okay, you too," and that is the last you talk about each other's driving experiences for that trip. I have never given much thought to how important that is; how that is actually real good advice.
I know why we never pay much attention to it: because we trust our own driving so much that we assure ourselves right after we hear "drive safe" that we won't get in an accident. The only way we would have any follow-up to it is if one of the parties actually got in an accident. Think about it: Do you ever hear anyone the next time you see them say to you "So, did you drive safe that one time?" Of course not; we just go on about our own lives. We take for granted that we won't get in an accident and let me tell you, if I did get in an accident, the last thing I would want to hear when being treated at the hospital is, "I told you to drive safe" or some nonsense.
I put so much preface on this because I almost did get in an accident this evening. I almost ran a guy over, and I was going fast enough to kill him. My fault, and I said to myself, "Negligent homicide" so that it would sink in that, had I killed him, that would have been the most likely charge.
I was thinking about food, okay? Food. There's a Burgerville on the way home, and so I was thinking about their yummy milkshakes. There's a DQ but I noticed all their lights were out otherwise I probably would have gotten a blizzard. I was still thinking about DQ when I remembered there is a 7-11 on the way home as well. I started thinking what kind of desserty thing they have, and I was focusing on the lights that the business has, and noticed a bank ATM's lights were on. I was like, "Ooooh, lights, pretty," and by the grace of God my brain told me to look back at the road, where a man was jaywalking where there was no crosswalk (bugs me when people do that when there are crosswalks two feet away), and was looking at the ground while taking a drink of whatever he bought at 7-11. Didn't even look up, change his expression to acknowledge I was there, nothing. I braked when I saw him, and waited till he was safely out of my lane...
I don't think it's too strong a phrase to say "by the grace of God" either. I was seriously inches away from this guy and no one made a sound. There were some people on the curb talking and things, they didn't say anything like "Look out" or anything. Just wow.
I know why we never pay much attention to it: because we trust our own driving so much that we assure ourselves right after we hear "drive safe" that we won't get in an accident. The only way we would have any follow-up to it is if one of the parties actually got in an accident. Think about it: Do you ever hear anyone the next time you see them say to you "So, did you drive safe that one time?" Of course not; we just go on about our own lives. We take for granted that we won't get in an accident and let me tell you, if I did get in an accident, the last thing I would want to hear when being treated at the hospital is, "I told you to drive safe" or some nonsense.
I put so much preface on this because I almost did get in an accident this evening. I almost ran a guy over, and I was going fast enough to kill him. My fault, and I said to myself, "Negligent homicide" so that it would sink in that, had I killed him, that would have been the most likely charge.
I was thinking about food, okay? Food. There's a Burgerville on the way home, and so I was thinking about their yummy milkshakes. There's a DQ but I noticed all their lights were out otherwise I probably would have gotten a blizzard. I was still thinking about DQ when I remembered there is a 7-11 on the way home as well. I started thinking what kind of desserty thing they have, and I was focusing on the lights that the business has, and noticed a bank ATM's lights were on. I was like, "Ooooh, lights, pretty," and by the grace of God my brain told me to look back at the road, where a man was jaywalking where there was no crosswalk (bugs me when people do that when there are crosswalks two feet away), and was looking at the ground while taking a drink of whatever he bought at 7-11. Didn't even look up, change his expression to acknowledge I was there, nothing. I braked when I saw him, and waited till he was safely out of my lane...
I don't think it's too strong a phrase to say "by the grace of God" either. I was seriously inches away from this guy and no one made a sound. There were some people on the curb talking and things, they didn't say anything like "Look out" or anything. Just wow.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Fear
Most fears are deemed irrational by a lot of people. Cops? A fear for me. I've not gotten in trouble with police before, but something about police cruisers sometimes creeps me out. I slow down even if I am going the speed limit, I tense up, I'm thinking, "Don't pull me over, don't pull me over. I have all my info if you do, but please don't."
I know that cops can break certain traffic rules, as can ambulance drivers and the like. Some cops don't signal, for instance, and speeding is generally one of them as well. These last couple nights, however, have been very strange.
I was coming home from a friend's house around 10:30 or so on Monday, and I took a different way home than I usually do. Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen this: a few cop cars were ahead of me, and one just had his brakes on, the one ahead of him had his yellow emergency flashers on. I am trying to navigate between the one with the yellow flashers (on my right), and a parked car on my left, to a stop sign that is less than 10 feet in front of me. I feel very cramped and like I am going to hit one of these cars. Okay, so maybe I have a little depth perception issue, but it has gotten better with practice.
So, that was strange, especially since no one was doing anything wrong.
Then tonight, as I make my way home at about 12:15, I again go a different route, but a separate one than before. Otherwise, I would have seen the following scene right in front of me and bugged out. So, I am going straight ahead, when I see a cop car on my right with it's yellow flashers on. Then out of no where zooms this car (which is a police-related car because of the red and blue flashers where most people have their headlights). It does a crazy circle U-turn and almost bashes into (from my view) the police car that has its yellow flashers on. Then I notice on the other side of the street, a car with it's yellow flashers on, and I see smoke coming out the exhaust pipe. My brain tells me it's smoke because of a car accident and that's why the police are there. Upon closer inspection, this second yellow-flasher car is another police cruiser. As I slow to a crawl, I look inside this second cruiser expecting to see a cop inside. There is none. The car behind me is getting impatient, as I am going 5 in a 20 mph zone. I speed up slightly, still thinking something's amiss.
I have decided to dismiss it as police messing around, but why late at night, but not too late, when there is still traffic. I thought that since I interrupted their fun they were going to arrest me. I even tricked myself into believing that the car behind me that was annoyed was a cop too.
This is not a huge neighborhood I am talking about here. This is not in the middle of a boulevard (thank God) but it nonetheless is a highway where people are driving, so I think it is inappropriate to scare the living daylights out of someone who isn't especially keen on driving at night anyway.
Penny for your thoughts.
I know that cops can break certain traffic rules, as can ambulance drivers and the like. Some cops don't signal, for instance, and speeding is generally one of them as well. These last couple nights, however, have been very strange.
I was coming home from a friend's house around 10:30 or so on Monday, and I took a different way home than I usually do. Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen this: a few cop cars were ahead of me, and one just had his brakes on, the one ahead of him had his yellow emergency flashers on. I am trying to navigate between the one with the yellow flashers (on my right), and a parked car on my left, to a stop sign that is less than 10 feet in front of me. I feel very cramped and like I am going to hit one of these cars. Okay, so maybe I have a little depth perception issue, but it has gotten better with practice.
So, that was strange, especially since no one was doing anything wrong.
Then tonight, as I make my way home at about 12:15, I again go a different route, but a separate one than before. Otherwise, I would have seen the following scene right in front of me and bugged out. So, I am going straight ahead, when I see a cop car on my right with it's yellow flashers on. Then out of no where zooms this car (which is a police-related car because of the red and blue flashers where most people have their headlights). It does a crazy circle U-turn and almost bashes into (from my view) the police car that has its yellow flashers on. Then I notice on the other side of the street, a car with it's yellow flashers on, and I see smoke coming out the exhaust pipe. My brain tells me it's smoke because of a car accident and that's why the police are there. Upon closer inspection, this second yellow-flasher car is another police cruiser. As I slow to a crawl, I look inside this second cruiser expecting to see a cop inside. There is none. The car behind me is getting impatient, as I am going 5 in a 20 mph zone. I speed up slightly, still thinking something's amiss.
I have decided to dismiss it as police messing around, but why late at night, but not too late, when there is still traffic. I thought that since I interrupted their fun they were going to arrest me. I even tricked myself into believing that the car behind me that was annoyed was a cop too.
This is not a huge neighborhood I am talking about here. This is not in the middle of a boulevard (thank God) but it nonetheless is a highway where people are driving, so I think it is inappropriate to scare the living daylights out of someone who isn't especially keen on driving at night anyway.
Penny for your thoughts.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Michael
There really is something to say when a man who's 50 dies from cardiac arrest. This health class I'm taking is really opening my eyes to how important taking care of yourself really is. I know that on average people with a higher income level are going to have better health than people who are poor, and therefore live longer. Michael moved up the income ladder, but what I immediately thought of when I heard was, "Stress". There's no denying that the trial put an enormous amount of pressure on him, and he lost a lot of weight very quickly. I know that was a while ago, but the effects of things stay with us.
Part of me is still in denial, but part of it has hit home, because Farrah died on the same day. Different circumstances, but I am going through stress right now, also. I can feel it bearing down on my heart.
.TAKE/CARE.
Part of me is still in denial, but part of it has hit home, because Farrah died on the same day. Different circumstances, but I am going through stress right now, also. I can feel it bearing down on my heart.
.TAKE/CARE.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Patience
Here's more about patience. My pastor yesterday talked about how anything God does can take time. I keep writing about it, but I inevitably forget it. I need to focus on how God is good, and He has my best in mind. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my own agenda that I feel like God is dragging me through the mud instead of showing me something that is going to make me grow.
In my computer class we've been learning about PIG. Personal Instant Gratification. My pastor yesterday says we're the Instant Gratification Generation, talking about how microwaves at the time of their invention were not for warming up food. It was only later that they found that micro waves were good for this purpose. Warming up coffee - 10 seconds, come on, already! 40 seconds! - half a day!
At the same time I've also been learning about discipline. You'll never come across a lazy successful businessman.
I know these thoughts are sort of all over the place, but I hope you get the gist.
In my computer class we've been learning about PIG. Personal Instant Gratification. My pastor yesterday says we're the Instant Gratification Generation, talking about how microwaves at the time of their invention were not for warming up food. It was only later that they found that micro waves were good for this purpose. Warming up coffee - 10 seconds, come on, already! 40 seconds! - half a day!
At the same time I've also been learning about discipline. You'll never come across a lazy successful businessman.
I know these thoughts are sort of all over the place, but I hope you get the gist.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Singleness
My singleness has been bothering me for a while now. I know I'm still young, and God has someone for me, but sometimes I just plain want a guy to talk to, to hug. All my guy friends are approachable, but I just feel like it's not right, somehow, me talking to them about things.
I felt super lonely today. The sermon was on depression, and last week's was on anxiety. (I go to a Bible study on Fridays.)
During worship I was able to get back to God and what He's about. I know He doesn't want me to be all mopey because I don't have a guy that I can talk to. I know He wants me to talk to Him. I have been, I just feel like I'm completely missing something (read: someone) in plain sight.
God will point him out to me, I know. It's extremely painful to wait.
Alienated. That's how I feel I'm being treated by guys. By guys I don't mean guys that are friends, I mean guys that could become more than friends....I know I'm trying too hard.
I should be trying to be the person that is going to attract people, by being godly. I guess I just don't know where to start. That's what gets me down.
I felt super lonely today. The sermon was on depression, and last week's was on anxiety. (I go to a Bible study on Fridays.)
During worship I was able to get back to God and what He's about. I know He doesn't want me to be all mopey because I don't have a guy that I can talk to. I know He wants me to talk to Him. I have been, I just feel like I'm completely missing something (read: someone) in plain sight.
God will point him out to me, I know. It's extremely painful to wait.
Alienated. That's how I feel I'm being treated by guys. By guys I don't mean guys that are friends, I mean guys that could become more than friends....I know I'm trying too hard.
I should be trying to be the person that is going to attract people, by being godly. I guess I just don't know where to start. That's what gets me down.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Promise
This week, it's basically been the same as the last post. I focus so hard on what I want in life, which is what I think God wants, but it's really not.
God has promised me things. I just don't trust Him; I get sidetracked. I know I want to trust Him, but something happens where I forget about His promises. Promises about how He'll keep me safe, and especially that He'll provide for me.
I don't know where I go wrong about that, but I need to stop.
Jesus is the Great Physician, but God is also a Provider.
God has promised me things. I just don't trust Him; I get sidetracked. I know I want to trust Him, but something happens where I forget about His promises. Promises about how He'll keep me safe, and especially that He'll provide for me.
I don't know where I go wrong about that, but I need to stop.
Jesus is the Great Physician, but God is also a Provider.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
You Have Not Forsaken Me
I just haven't been listening to You.
This happens to me so often. I think I know what God means when He points something out to me, but I have no idea. Time and time again I struggle with trusting Him with my entire life, not just work here, school there; but with every aspect of my life, every day. When I trust Him, I able to see better what He wants from me (and for me).
One of my pastors said, "God's going to tell you what He's going to tell you, when He's going to tell you, and that's all He's going to tell you."
Patience is a real issue for me when it comes to what God wants. "Oh, He's showing me something, that must mean I have to do something about it right now." Most of the time it means He's indeed showing me something, but I have to wait in order to find out the answer.
That's always been difficult, to the point I walked away from Christ for a number of years because I got bored. It tore me apart, but Jesus was right there the entire time.
I hope for a day when I'm able to discern what God wants a little faster instead of focusing on my own agenda so much.
This happens to me so often. I think I know what God means when He points something out to me, but I have no idea. Time and time again I struggle with trusting Him with my entire life, not just work here, school there; but with every aspect of my life, every day. When I trust Him, I able to see better what He wants from me (and for me).
One of my pastors said, "God's going to tell you what He's going to tell you, when He's going to tell you, and that's all He's going to tell you."
Patience is a real issue for me when it comes to what God wants. "Oh, He's showing me something, that must mean I have to do something about it right now." Most of the time it means He's indeed showing me something, but I have to wait in order to find out the answer.
That's always been difficult, to the point I walked away from Christ for a number of years because I got bored. It tore me apart, but Jesus was right there the entire time.
I hope for a day when I'm able to discern what God wants a little faster instead of focusing on my own agenda so much.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Two Different Directions
When you're an adolescent you feel like you're not a kid, but not yet an adult. You feel like you're being pulled in two different directions.
That is how I feel. I am doing one thing, but God is telling me to do something completely different. It's really confusing. I try to figure out what exactly He wants me to do and when and why and how it's all going to work out. Then I just trust Him because it's not going to come to me magically. I have to allow God to show me what He wants me to do.
I have to give up control and just know that it's going to work out, because it has worked out always before when I trust Him with what I'm confused about. Then I go on with life and I forget how hard of a time I had, until it happens again and He shows me something new.
It keeps me interested in Jesus because I'm not stagnant.
That is how I feel. I am doing one thing, but God is telling me to do something completely different. It's really confusing. I try to figure out what exactly He wants me to do and when and why and how it's all going to work out. Then I just trust Him because it's not going to come to me magically. I have to allow God to show me what He wants me to do.
I have to give up control and just know that it's going to work out, because it has worked out always before when I trust Him with what I'm confused about. Then I go on with life and I forget how hard of a time I had, until it happens again and He shows me something new.
It keeps me interested in Jesus because I'm not stagnant.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
The Second Chance
There's a movie called The Second Chance, with contemporary Christian music (CCM) artist Michael W. Smith. His performance is such that you wouldn't know that it's his film debut.
I got a second chance today. I truly feel blessed. Beyond words. This is a blog, though, so there have to be words.
I didn't do so hot two days ago on my math test. Horrible, even. 2 out of 5 that I was confident about. I know the material, I just always freeze up with tests, math tests in particular. So, I was too upset to go talk to him about it that day.
Today, I asked him during the break whether I could talk to him about my test after class and he said, "Yeah." I figured he would just act sympathetic but I'd have to fail the test anyway. I couldn't have been more wrong.
I explained that I knew the material but that my brain just went away and I explained that it was because of pressure that I felt...with everyone else getting done early. He said that he hadn't gotten to grade all of them yet (meaning he hadn't graded mine).
I think it's sort of because he hadn't graded it yet that he suggested a retake. I was incredulous. I had thought that was not an option. He said to come in Monday. (We have a quiz on Tuesday but I was great on the quiz before...so I'm not worried.)
He said it was fine if I need a different environment. I had always been hesitant to ask an instructor about something like that because I thought they wouldn't accommodate me. Just expect me to stick it out and ignore that it's an actual problem. So, I'm glad that my instructor is so approachable.
I got a second chance today. I truly feel blessed. Beyond words. This is a blog, though, so there have to be words.
I didn't do so hot two days ago on my math test. Horrible, even. 2 out of 5 that I was confident about. I know the material, I just always freeze up with tests, math tests in particular. So, I was too upset to go talk to him about it that day.
Today, I asked him during the break whether I could talk to him about my test after class and he said, "Yeah." I figured he would just act sympathetic but I'd have to fail the test anyway. I couldn't have been more wrong.
I explained that I knew the material but that my brain just went away and I explained that it was because of pressure that I felt...with everyone else getting done early. He said that he hadn't gotten to grade all of them yet (meaning he hadn't graded mine).
I think it's sort of because he hadn't graded it yet that he suggested a retake. I was incredulous. I had thought that was not an option. He said to come in Monday. (We have a quiz on Tuesday but I was great on the quiz before...so I'm not worried.)
He said it was fine if I need a different environment. I had always been hesitant to ask an instructor about something like that because I thought they wouldn't accommodate me. Just expect me to stick it out and ignore that it's an actual problem. So, I'm glad that my instructor is so approachable.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Alive
I am still shook up from today. I want my first post to be about being alive. That's what I am. I can't really fathom it. Something happened today that was really hard for me. Then I went to my car and I was parked at a downward angle, another car in front of mine like this:
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my car other car
and I put mine in reverse to exit my parking space, and I started to go forward really fast. I freaked out and thought my car had hit it, because it was just that close. I know this is an anime thing, but think of these chevrons, as they're called, as the front of the cars. >< . It was too close. I didn't want to get out of my car and see if there was any damage because I thought I'd go forward again and really hit the car.
So I just sat there for a while, car in park, while I waited for people behind me to exit the aisle. Then I backed out and was fine. Then someone let me in and I waved thanks and I was on my way out to exit the campus. This street that I was stopped at is a two-way, and the car coming toward me this direction <----- stopped for me and so then I proceeded to accelerate. Then a car from the opposite direction going -----> this way was all of a sudden right in front of me and I saw the driver with this look on his face and his hand pressed on the horn. I put my hand to my mouth because I just plain hadn't seen him. I could have gotten in a major accident.
Of course I stopped when I saw his car.
If anyone comments on this, please don't say "be careful". I'm sorry, but that does not help me. If I had gotten into the accident and was at the hospital, would you say "be careful"? Don't say "be careful" after something has happened. I'm really sorry, I know that's rude of me, but things happened today that made me really antsy and so all I was doing was trying to be careful.
Sometimes things just happen.
I was praying all the way home, "God, just get me home", "Just get me home safe". I know I have work to do as far as my driving. That doesn't really matter to me right now.
I didn't expect to get home. I expected to die on campus. I'm serious.
God has done so much for me today alone.
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my car other car
and I put mine in reverse to exit my parking space, and I started to go forward really fast. I freaked out and thought my car had hit it, because it was just that close. I know this is an anime thing, but think of these chevrons, as they're called, as the front of the cars. >< . It was too close. I didn't want to get out of my car and see if there was any damage because I thought I'd go forward again and really hit the car.
So I just sat there for a while, car in park, while I waited for people behind me to exit the aisle. Then I backed out and was fine. Then someone let me in and I waved thanks and I was on my way out to exit the campus. This street that I was stopped at is a two-way, and the car coming toward me this direction <----- stopped for me and so then I proceeded to accelerate. Then a car from the opposite direction going -----> this way was all of a sudden right in front of me and I saw the driver with this look on his face and his hand pressed on the horn. I put my hand to my mouth because I just plain hadn't seen him. I could have gotten in a major accident.
Of course I stopped when I saw his car.
If anyone comments on this, please don't say "be careful". I'm sorry, but that does not help me. If I had gotten into the accident and was at the hospital, would you say "be careful"? Don't say "be careful" after something has happened. I'm really sorry, I know that's rude of me, but things happened today that made me really antsy and so all I was doing was trying to be careful.
Sometimes things just happen.
I was praying all the way home, "God, just get me home", "Just get me home safe". I know I have work to do as far as my driving. That doesn't really matter to me right now.
I didn't expect to get home. I expected to die on campus. I'm serious.
God has done so much for me today alone.
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