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Like I got hit by a truck.  Like a cement block got dropped on my entire body.  Like the wind was knocked out of me.  Like a deer in the headlights.  Like I got slapped and at first it was numb and now it stings. But. . . "In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.  These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith-of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire-may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed."   1 Peter 1:6-7 It's worth it.

Today, I had this sentence come to mind from (seemingly) out of nowhere. It was "just because something makes you feel better doesn't mean it's the right thing". I'm not leaking any secret or interrupting your favorite TV show with breaking news here.  We all know that what feels good isn't always what's good for us.  However, when it's not incredibly obvious that what FEELS good isn't what IS good, I find myself inclined to choose what makes me feel better without even thinking about whether that thing is actually good or not. I wasn't really planning on writing about it until tonight.  I was sitting in my living room just now and I noticed something out of the corner of my eye as I was checking Facebook.  There was a moth (or some kind of bug) flying around a lamp we have.  The light and warmth seemed to drive it crazy and although it could have just flown away, the moth kept hovering over the light, getting closer to it and coming away ag

The last few days, I've been sort of just pulling through.  Living on autopilot.  Whatever you want to call the times where you've allowed yourself to just sort of go numb or to sleep. It's not that I've intentionally done it but a combination of a lot of things have brought me to where I feel I am today: at a standstill and not even knowing it.  I feel like I've been living in a dream almost.  But the funny thing about my dreams is that I usually wake up and am glad I'm not really in them forever. I like real life.  There are so many things throughout the day that put a smile on my face or make me glad that I'm me, living my life.  However, it seems like even those weren't enough lately to keep me at the surface of fantasy where I can breathe in reality.  This just proves to me that the enemy doesn't just use hurt to his advantage but contentment and comfort as well. (1 Corinthians 10:12) Sometimes I would rather be underwater than breathing in