James 3:5 says, “The tongue is a small thing but what enormous damage it can do.”Children live in deep un conscious unity with their parents. They may be able to feel a parent’s emotions and moods before they are expressed. When a parent develops setbacks, these can cause great discouragement to the child. disasters and obstacles can control the leadership of the family eventually sowing a seed in the child’s behaviour. Beliefs produce that behavior. This initiates us to believe the things that are not true. This control produces sinful behavior and every act of sin in our lives begins with a lie.
Children have the biggest hearts. They do not use lies as opportunities. Their devotion and tender prayers are so simple and free from judgement. Why can’t we love like that?
God’s compassion changes everyday. It becomes new and fresh. But what if God turned the tables and offered us no compassion? When we asked for forgiveness what if he said no? When we asked for a helping hand, and he said he did not have time.?. Many people are unaware that this behavior consumes their heart. Many days I am an empty shell in need of a loving hand to feel around me. I feel if I make one more mistake I could easily stay this way. I am truly powerless but how do you become powerful when its hard to think straight?
We can never know exactly what we will face each day . But we need to dressed for the fight. Before rising, let prayer be your protection. In these times we all need a saving grace who can provide comfort,hope and strength.
Lupus or any chronic illness can bring about an array of emotions that can occur in any order and lasts until God gives you the courage to move on to the next phase. He knows when we focus on his work in our life , we’ll discover our spirit and courage to react to the life-altering event we have been assigned to.
1. Denial-Don’t give into fear, but break its hold through scripture. Our willingness to obey is a key to answered prayer. Instead of denial, if we demonstrate thankfulness in harsh circumstances, other people may see our response. The people in our life will want the peace they see within us for themselves.
2. Anger-This can ruin relationships and make it difficult for a person to move forward in life. It is a painful storm of resentment that will always block our path to righteousness. This is a hard one but, rejoice in the fact today that God is giving ou this opportunity to give him glory.
3. Bargaining-This is a negotiation for extended time. We must realize the first rule of warfare is to know one’s enemy. Through God we can conquer Satan and win our unseen battles. The combined forces of hell cannot equal the supernatural forces of a single believer. To me, bargaining tries to defy logic. We just need to believe and praise the Lord.
4. Depression This is an unbelievable force that can be the toughest stage to go through. I seem to keep coming back to this process over and over. We are to fix our gaze on the Saviour, and let his joy become yours. With so much out of our control , it is such a relief that we are called to get our joy from the Lord. Depression can become a major stumbling block. Do not give in to fear but live in confidence. Lean on your relationships but process your feelings and brace yourself for God’s grace.
5. Acceptance-Humble yourself. People who pass through these stages can enter a single one for a long period of time. God has a purpose in mind for each experience whether pleasant or difficult. This is the time to trust God, grow in your love, and never forget how Jesus embraces us. We are his masterpiece and no matter how fragile our bodies get we are perfect because God designed something different for us. Our relationship with him will take us to a place where we can finally say we are done with this fight. I am unique and my purpose has been faultless.
“Don’t just pretend to love others. Really love them. Hate what is wrong”(Romans 12:9). Why is it so hard to love some people? My mother-in-law, the one who gives me a pounding headache. The one who has the un official authority to say and do anything was ringing the doorbell at my own humble house. I could hear her come in and I smelled the spring air fly through the house like a wave of sweetness. I heard her uneven steps as she navigated over the things on the floor. As I began to apologize for the jeans hanging on the back of the chairs and the shoes scattered around, I forgot about the dishes in the sink. I quickly tried to make it to the sink without her realizing what I was about to do. Her laughter filled the house as the hot water bubbled up and over the soap-filled dish pan. She put her arm around me and reminded me her house was not always perfect. It certainly did not make her a failure as a mother. And she said,” I don’t think that of you.” There is an admiration that comes after we have tried to do another persons job.
When I was a child everything I did had to be perfect. The anxiety that led up to an event was gut wrenching. I did not want ny father to make fun of me or talk down to me. It was my sport and I was sure I knew what I was doing. But I was so used to it. Did he ever tell me good job? I can’t remember. I am sure at times he did. Even now I am the last one out of four girls that he calls if something happens…good or bad. is he embarrassed of me. Does he not trust me? After my introduction to my wild side that REALLY changed things. He did not trust my professional opinion or ask for advise on anything. I always got a lecture on why I needed help or money. There was always a fight. He always had to tell me what I was doing wrong. Not in a good learning experience, but a bad hurtful one. I loved him but now I don’t want to be around him. I needed him. Not to fight, not for him to dominate the conversation but to teach me, to love me. Was I a disappointment? Is that why I am not good at much? Am I teaching my kids that? Am I raising my kids wrong. That is the opinion I get from him.. Why does he hate me so much? How do i break the cycle. Is this why I feel so guilty after I know that I have done some thing wrong? It is like I can never get it back. It will never disappear and it leaves me with a big gushing hole in my heart. Is this why I can’t forgive? It is a horrible feeling to feel as though you are not good at the things a parent expects you to be.
As I go through my seasons I have to remember that God commanded us to love our enemies . I pray that he will teach me how to love difficult people.
Why is depression so hard? It arrises when the truth is not real. It is when you are alone with yourself and you do not like who you are. It is when the weight of the world tumults down on you and the innermost fragments of your head is so broken you do not know how to fix it. All of your emotions are blurred in a big bubble and everything you feel gets stuck together. You cannot differentiate between happiness and sadness. It is a massive sentiment that lingers until one by one the bubbles burst and a revelation unfolds to reveal whatever emotion stands strong that day.
These monsters. Do you mock in that delight? One more day you have my mind and my heart. To live where every step becomes so much to bear. But God keeps me here. There must be a reason I am so weak? I have no one who could understand and I am not strong enough to do this by myself. So, I sit here and I hope God is listening.
You know what feels the worst is knowing that you have screwed up your life. I will never have any opportunities to excel at the gifts I was given. I ruined them.. there is no way to get them back.. I want to be a good person but as a mother there is always something to do, fix or make.
But then all of that changed. I began to yell at the boys for fighting over the XBox because someone was in someone elses room. I threw up my hands in disgust. I sat on the couch and put my face in my hands. The boys quickly came in and in their most serious voice asked me why I was so sad. I don’t know I said I guess I just need extra special love from you now. They brought me a pillow, propped up my feet, brought me my water and with a big hug told me thank you for doing this for us every night.
Nobody knows the struggle I am going through. But It can never be too late to excel at the gifts God has given you. Will it help to talk about my past? Will it help to talk about all the wrong in my life? I like to see stories of recovery don’t get me wrong but I hate to hear condescending people who think they could never go back to being a user. Watch yourself because you will fall again. A changed life gets a person’s attention every time. (Liz Curtis Higgins)
It was a typical Sunday morning.I came downstairs for breakfast but my husband had already eaten. I was tired and still drunk from the night before so I was mad that he had not waited for me to eat. . He was preparing a bag to leave for work. He normally went out-of-town on Sundays to get set up for his week ahead. His phone rang and he carried it outside. I could see him laughing and enjoying the conversation on the other end of the line. He came back inside and told me he was leaving for work. I was shocked because he normally left around dinner. I started the typical fight and the day dragged on. That night when he called me from the hotel the fight continued. Out of the blue I asked if he wanted a divorce and to my complete hysteria, he said yes. Just like that. He did not want to talk. I did. I begged for some kind of connection but his voice was cold and numb.
So this is how it started. It came on like a gun, only it left me wounded and begging for death. I could not move. I felt a creepy burst of anger clawing its way in but at the same time a guilt of selfishness overcame me so intensely that I wanted to justify every painful feeling and dysfunctional behaviour. But there was no one to justify it to. My side of the story did not matter anymore.
I was unpleasant to be around. I was embarrassing, irritating and basically rude. But I was sad. I was gasping for air. I had strong cravings for anger and bitterness. This lead me to lash out at anyone who stood in my way. Some nights I would lie in bed and call out his name but no words would come out. I felt like I was in a room with no ceiling or door. It had hurtful characters covering the walls and I scratched my way up the wall only to fall back down into the hurtful pit that began to devour me in the first place. The agony paralyzed me for years. I just could not take responsibility for my actions. Bitterness and jealousy impelled me. jealousy attacked my heart. It raided my emotions, motivations and relationships. This can cause an irruption in your relationship with God.
Does God give us more than we can handle? My answer would be yes. 2 Timothy 3:17 says: It matures me and equips me to be ready for every good work. Most of us willing to follow our own hearts not God. Lead your heart to God. The heart can sometimes be untrustworthy. Our problem might have a redefining purpose. It might hurt so bad that the pain will draw you nearer to God. We could also be being tested and purified. Others can see your faith and strength through your distressing times. How are you handling it? It is not up to us to judge what purpose God has laid out . If it hurts, tell him, cry to him. He is the only one who knows why trials have crept into our lives.
Sisters are the pinnacle of sacrifice, responsibility, purity and love. There is no place in the heart of my sisters for hatred since all have fallen to sin and been forgiven. We each show a sense of security and well-being that has been rooted in us by the stability of home and family.
My seasoned sister radiates self-control, human kindness, and respect. She has a marvelous magnetic personality that demands control.
My mezzo cohort has a gift to turn struggles into solutions. She is a companion that will cheer me to the greatest heights. She will stand hand in hand with me for any biblical truth.
The glue that holds it all together is a spiritually protective mom that unites us with the power of prayer. Her sacrifice and love helped heal our family but she never forgot who gives us true companionship.
LOVE YOU ALL!
My life has become as an old oak tree that has grown wider than the arms can reach. Its roots buried deep below the surface. It sits alone in a field surrounded by tall grass and views of nature. It has grown tall and its limbs climb and stretch toward the sky. But it still sits alone. At the end of each limb is an abrupt end but its leaves can become intertwined and connected to other twigs on other branches. As I travel down a branch have I learned what was intended for me? Why are some branches so painful to go down? Why do others seem so easily traveled? Some branches may break under the pressure while others seem as sturdy as the roots below.
I always thought that walking with someone down the harder times in life would weigh me down but having someone walk beside you and being able to let go when you need to is a gift only God can bring into your life. Anger can become such a storm in life that it can pull, toss and shake until its leaves and branches break and shatter under the tremendous force. It can become an unseen act of nature that is completely out of control and it will not stop until it exposes all the naked branches underneath. Do we get too comfortable with our surroundings? Do the birds coming and going take our focus off of the things we hide?
I try to look up from time to time and remember what it’s all about. As the wind pulls the branches apart and the leaves rustle to the ground I remember that it is a climb I cannot do alone. I can only slowly pull myself back up the tree and continue to navigate the branches again.
Slaves used to sing a song “Follow the drinking gourd.” It was a code to follow the north star to the underground railroad. Frederick Douglas although an escaped slave himself, criticized the movement. He felt it would allow slave owners to be more aware of these escape attempts therefore making it harder for the slaves to escape.
A Domestic violence Hooligan is aware of all these past devastating tools. These slave owners will hold on to every ounce of your spirit. They will recite their criticism reiteratively. Many of us look back and feel inside our timid little hearts, descriptions from a person who has chosen to withdrawal from a family instead of giving the unconditional love the family needed for survival. This is a devastating blow. Words can be the most camouflaged thing in a house. They can pull a child apart and leave her empty. The only happiness she can feel is when words of criticism are spoken. “Her” words make her comfortable.These are the words she is familiar with. They pull her into a dark space in her mind. She feels powerful and rapacious there.
She will stay there. Her misery will grow and develop in more spaces where she will save her sadness. Look for God in your difficult places. He will never leave you or forsake you–Hebrews 13:5. We never have to question his words.
Anger begins when it is silent…Nobody is around. When I am left unattended with my thoughts, my annoyance leaves me disturbed. According to psychologists, being alone is used to motivate a person to seek social connections. What if those social connections are the cause of defeatism? These unreliable people bring up their idealistic insignificant frustrations and as matrons we are compelled to respond.
Psychologist say that an angry person can lose his objective observality. I disagree. The diversiviolent behavior can retract the most agonizing memories and form a vexatious psyche. It can provoke and threaten an imagination that manipulates social survival. It can criticise and pull you down into an emotional blackmail.
In the psyche of an angelical, celestial servant, anger could seem as a holy, radiant and untainted emotion. Anger is not innocent but we can be prayerful and revered as a saintly sanctification in this irreverent world.