I finally realized something monumental (in my opinion) the other day that I want to share with you. I hope I express it in a way that makes sense. Most of us carry some kind of pain, or experience some kind of suffering in our lives. I want anyone who has dealt with hurt, pain, or suffering of any kind to know, I see you too. I have a feeling that one of the reasons it may be difficult to deal with some of what’s happening in this country, is that (maybe unconsciously) it may remind each of us of our own unexpressed or maybe even expressed pain. I was reminded of this the other day, when an old friend cried out in anger publicly expressing her own struggle with pain. It was the first time many of us were made aware of the depth of that pain due to abuse, loss, and betrayal. She sees the pain of black people, yet struggles with seeing so many act on that pain in destructive ways. She doesn’t do that. A lot of people don’t do that (at least in ways that are clearly visible to...
After yesterday's conversation, I continued to think about the importance of taking our place. However, knowing the importance doesn’t seem to be enough. The force holding many of us back is strong. When I think about the things holding me back... good grief! They are completely self-centered. I’m not good enough. People will think I’m not good enough. I’m going to be embarrassed. What if I fail? What if no one “follows” me. ____ is not supportive of me. “ What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?” Romans 8:31 In this social media world of likes, follows, shares, friends and unfriending, fans, influencers, etc., the “need” for approval, can be debilitating. It often infiltrates how we live in the real world outside of social media. It skews our vision of where God is taking us. It’s time to get God-focused. Friends, when God has given us gifts and called us to use them, it’s not about you. It’s not about me. It’s all...
March is Brain Injury Awareness Month. I found the following conversation from six years ago that may represent what many caretakers of brain injury patients go through or have been through. Maybe it will give you some insight into the aftermath of brain injuries. I also found this picture of Isaiah from that time six years ago. _____________________________ We were in the car when I told Isaiah he had lint in his hair. He never remembered to brush his hair, so it was a common issue. It made him mad. He told me I didn’t need to say that to him. What?! I explained that it wasn’t a criticism and I figured he’d want to know if he had something in his hair. That annoyed him even more! I told him that when I tell his Dad that HE has something on his face or something like that, he tells me THANK YOU. So, that’s probably what he should say too. He then explained that it’s okay for me to tell him that something is on his face, but not that there is lint in his hair. “What would you rathe...
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