Tag Archive | Anger

All You Need is Love

Today I sit to write about something that’s been on my heart for at least a year, perhaps even a little longer.

Fear is the block.

Fear mostly in that as much as we say we don’t care what people think, we really do. It is our nature to want folks to agree with us.

This year, I have learned though that we can disagree, and not be nasty about it. So I can say what I have to say, and not be afraid of what you think.

I want to think. I want you to think.

When two men always agree, one of them is unnecessary.” William Wrigley Jr. (Quote Source)

All that said, to say this;

Last November we elected a new President, and here is what I’ve observed.

I thought the hate talk would die down after a bit, but alas, it has not.

I don’t care which side of the aisle people reside on, Democrat or Republican, liberal, conservative, Christian, Catholic, Buddhist or Muslim, male, female, or LBGTQ. I have observed a type of speech that quite frankly breaks my heart.

This speech comes from those I know, and those I don’t, virtual friends and people on the street.

Here it is; They want to love, love, love. Run the world with love. Be love. Speak love.

And the moment someone says the name of our President, the spirit of wrath, and vitriol comes out of their mouths, obscenities that I cannot personally utter. In the next sentence, they are back to love, love, love.

Some leaders even stand in front of microphones and say awful things about those who voted for him. Excuse me, but wouldn’t that be over half of the nation that you’re bad mouthing?

Can I just say, leave the man alone and let him do his job? We have all heard the viciousness of verbal attacks launched on the President and his family. Can we just stop?

I have not always agreed with our previous Presidents, even the ones I liked. I didn’t bad mouth them, I used my voice in the voting booth.

I seldom have these conversations due to the angst and anger that is spewed after they begin.

I won’t. I can’t. My heart can’t take it.

Perhaps we need to begin some civil dialogue? Or not.

I can always use my voice in the voting booth.

 

About Bridges

Bridges come in many shapes and sizes.

Each built to withstand the elements surrounding it.

Simple beam bridges, may only cross a stream or a gully too difficult to traverse, and are seldom longer than 250 feet.

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A truss bridge is a superstructure meant to carry heavy loads.

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A cantilever bridge stretches over the obstacle, is only attached on the ends, and raises in the middle to allow for larger loads to go UNDER.

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An arch bridge carries the weight of traffic through the abutments on either side. These bridges are strong enough to carry trains.

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Tied arch bridges, or bow string bridges are constructed a bit differently, and the weight is carried through tension in the bottom cord of the bridge.

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Suspension bridges are suspended from cables. The earliest ones being ropes and vines. The cables hang from towers that are built deep into the ground below the bridge.

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Cable-stayed bridges, like suspension bridges, are held up by cables, but have less cables, and taller towers.

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But my very favorite bridge  of all is the Gospel bridge. It’s the one that God provided for us. It is built with eternity in mind. It bridges a gap that I can’t jump. I’m thankful to have a path to choose. One that is strong enough to carry a load that I could never bare.

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The Hardest Topic

This may be the most difficult topic I’ve ever had to face.
It’s the topic I’ve hidden from.
It’s the topic I’ve hidden from God.
It’s the topic I’ve not wanted to discuss.
It’s the topic that I would guess you don’t want to ponder either.
It’s the topic with symptoms I can’t even always recognize.
 
The topic - is Shame


One definition from the Encarta Dictionary: English (North America) says that shame 
is a painful emotion resulting from awareness of having done something dishonorable, 
unworthy, degrading, etc.
Shame is a deep sense of humiliation and embarrassment.
  Believing one’s name may fall into disrepute, or be discredited, only serves to 
bring on more shame.
  This shame that comes could be real, or it could be imagined.
It really does not matter. The effects are the same.
Shame may even turn into something pathological, which is defined 
 as “extreme or unreasonable”.
 
 Shame is the antonym of innocence.  
It changes who you were meant to be.  
Know this about Shame;
It is an attack from the enemy of your soul!
To keep you away from God’s design for you!
You didn’t do anything wrong!
Someone else did!
It was not your fault!
 
Shame is different from guilt, in that to be guilty one has to have done an action on their 
own of their own volition.  
Guilt generally comes from a sense of responsibility for knowingly doing wrong. 
Often there is remorse for some offense, crime, wrong, etc., whether real or Imagined.

Guilt is synonymous with criminality.

The wrong-doer is the perpetrator!

They were in control of the situation!

There was nothing you could do!

Someone else is the criminal here!

 
 
                       You can cry out to God for Justice and Restoration! 



  Citing the article, “SHAME STEPS OUT OF HIDING AND INTO SHARPER FOCUS” By Daniel Goleman

The New York Times, September 15, 1987, Psychologists have determined the following;

·Shame is emerging, in the view of some, as a “master emotion” that influences all the others.

Its development is being traced back through childhood and its role in a wide range of human

experience, from spurring the greatest of accomplishments to the bitterest of marital fights,

is newly appreciated.  

·“Shame is a master emotion, regulating the expression of other feelings,” said Thomas Scheff,

a sociologist at the University of California at Santa Barbara,

·“Whenever shame enters the picture, we inhibit the free expression of emotion, with the

exception of anger,” said Dr. Scheff, who studies the sociology of emotions.

·Unlike other emotions, which tend to pass with time or with a catharsis like weeping, “shame

is the emotion most difficult to admit and to discharge,” Dr. Scheff said.

·Further, shame is the most private of emotions. “Shame may be one of the only emotions for

 which no facial expression has evolved,” said Dr. Paul Ekman a psychologist at the University of

California at San Francisco who is an expert on facial expression. “Of course, in shame you do

not want to signal your state. Turning away or hiding the face in some way are the only objective

signs of shame.”

You get the idea.
Shame hides.  
It is simply too painful to admit.  
It stays hidden inside and continues to decay our souls.
If shame is something you suffer from, 
I would like to give you a couple of suggestions.
Simply a place to begin, a starting point;   
*Ask God to help you, by His Spirit, to search your heart.
*Tell Him all about what you are hiding inside.
*Is there just one person you can confide in? 
 -Maybe not the entire story, but just a sliver?
 -Exposing this shame will absolutely RUIN its power over you.
*Maybe you just can’t tell anyone, however, can you write it down?
 -Then give the offense to God?
 -Getting this sense of shame out of your head will help to make 
 shame leave your heart.

Oh boy!

           I know what I’m suggesting is extremely difficult, 
However, I also know that God has so much for in store for you.
Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV1984)  For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, 
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
You can trust Him with your heart.
The whole story or just a sliver.
                Wherever you are able to start.
                                Whatever you can give Him.
                                                                Justice for you, restoration for your soul.

Be courageous!  I know you can do this, 
             Your peace of mind depends on it.

Drama Queen



Have you ever thought of yourself as a “Drama Queen”?

Or has someone else called you that?

I don’t need a show of hands, so come on, tell yourself the truth.

Being a DQ is kind of cute.

When you’re five.


 

After that, it’s not too cute at all.


Have you ever just responded in tears to something, so totally over the top that you embarrassed yourself?


Worse yet, have you realized later that you didn’t even realize you were over the top?


How mortifying is that?


I’ve had seasons in my life where I could cry at stop signs.


During these times, there was great release for my heart.


A time where God did something in my heart, a touch of healing you might say.


I’ve also had seasons though, where tears would not come.


The wells seemed to be dried up.


Unfortunately, these times were more abundant in my life than the stop sign times.


The DQ was nowhere to be found.


The problem is that my heart was dried up too.


After long periods of dryness, I would erupt at the slightest provocation,


or no provocation at all.


The DQ would be back, but she took on a different form,


not so much with tears, as with anger and rage and bitterness.


This recalcitrant little girl stomps her feet and screams.


This little girl will not be denied her place on the stage.


There’s a problem though. This little girl isn’t five.


She is big enough now, that others better not get in her way.


Now, she should be mortified.


I had always seen my tears as a weakness.


God showed me recently that tears were actually a gift.


The hot, angry, mad tears, were actually a cleanser for my ravaged soul.


When those tears are allowed to flow, healing could begin.


No DQ required.


The ugly cry.


Just straight up, truthful, exhausting, healing, cleansing tears.


After that, I learned I was able to cry a quieter cry.


Tears of humility and repentance.


He is our God, and He is big enough to handle them.


In His hands they are truly a treasure.


Here’s the truth that God showed me on a particularly weepy day;


He will not waste our tears. He saves them in a bottle.


Why would He bother saving them, if they were useless?


Psalm 56:8 AMP ~ 8You number and record my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle–are they not in Your book?


Psalm 56:8 TLB ~ 8You have seen me tossing and turning through the night. You have collected all my tears and preserved them in your bottle! You have recorded every one in your book.


Psalm 56:8 GNT ~ 8You know how troubled I am; you have kept a record of my tears. Aren’t they listed in your book?


No matter how you say it. We all have those times, those times when we cannot stop the tears from flowing and those times when tears just won’t come.


Don’t be afraid to cry.


God has a purpose for those tears.


He will one day show us what they were all for.


He does not save worthless things.