Illustration by Joan Walsh Anglund, as found on Every Picture Tells A Story.
Now that I’ve alienated half of my friends and family…LOL…See below…It’s time to pause for something a little more serious.
Just pray for me, please.
I’m sick. *achooo!!* Which is God’s way of telling me that I haven’t been taking care of myself.
I keep putting my hope in empty promises…I need to learn the power of patience…
I feel utterly worn out.
*sigh*
Feeling woefully out of touch with the world, yesterday I picked up a copy of the Metro. The following headline caught my eye.
And then, I started to read…About our highways. During which hours was I most likely to get into an accident, on which stretch of road, etc…
Suddenly, I caught myself. “What on earth am I doing?”
When I say I stopped reading because I had begun to feel ill, I’m not exaggerating.
Years ago I was reading one of Madonna’s interviews. She mentioned that she didn’t have a TV. I don’t think she paid the papers any mind, either. She was speaking of how she had to be told about some of the major events of our Post-9/11 world.
Initially, I was puzzled.
Why would anyone want to do that? “That”, of course, being do without the news. More importantly I wondered, “How?”
Previously, I thought that being out of the news coverage loop was negative. It could only prove to be hazardous more than anything else.
Or could it?
I have spent the past six months without a television set. I don’t get to watch unless I’m visiting friends or family.
(And yes, I know I have a link to The Hour. But as much as I love that show, even they’re on thin ice with me. I catch their content on Youtube, at my leisure.)
My main source of information concerning the state of our planet is the radio. Every now and then, I listen to 680 News. And yet…I’m tired. Tired of hearing about crime, violence, the redemption of Paris Hilton, and how our men and women keep coming home in coffins from a war that no one wants.
Save for the weather, these days, I can do without hearing about anything else. I really can.
So again: Why would anyone not want to pay attention to the news?
I think the better question is…Why would they?
If you know me–and even if you don’t–say a prayer.
I’m facing a situation right now that to me, looks like it has potential. So long as there is God, I believe there is hope.
Yet a certain someone doesn’t see things that way.
Lord, why do I feel like Job? No one’s said I should “Curse God and die”. But some of the feedback I’ve been getting has been pretty close.
Stir-crazy.
Absolutely.
I was on the verge of feeling good about myself and the nether-world that I’m in. But just now I was brought swiftly back to earth.
Praying…
Is that I don’t lose my mind over my job. OR that I don’t lose my job. Whichever comes first.
Although I do love my new role, I feel quite overwhelmed. Yet I must remember… Jesus is the Prince of Peace. Jesus brings me peace. I love him and I need to cling to him now more than ever. There is a little girl inside of me who is weak and afraid of failure in this, the new situation that I have been blessed with.
Next week will mark my third week of work.
Praying…I am praying that I will get through. Praying that I will rise to the opportunity that God has given me. Praying that I will let go of every fear…That the Devil will be broken from me.
It’s strange at 31 to finally come to this new point in my journey when it really is just Jesus and me. I thank God for this time, and ask that I may continue to grow in Him.
