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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

An Epic Fall

It happened quite suddenly. I was running through a friend's front yard when my foot caught on a large stick. The grass jerked upward and the sky was falling. This didn't quite make sense for a moment until my back hit the ground, sending a plume of dead leaves into the air. The full weight of my embarrassing predicament came crashing down, obliterating my feeble pride.

I came to a stop after sliding for several feet and knew then that I didn't want to get up. Was it too much to ask that I simply die, rather than be forced to face the embarrassment? The rather depressing smell of damp foliage and humiliation filled my nostrils. Not a soul came to my assistance as I lay sprawled in a ditch, alone and friendless. I was tempted to just lie there, but I knew if I didn't get up soon somebody would start thinking I was injured, and that would draw even more unwanted attention to my unfortunate situation. Besides, we were late for ballroom dancing lessons.

I got up, laughing as if I thought my fall was the most natural thing in the world and did what everyone does after they've fallen in someone else's front yard; I checked to see who had seen.

My fears were confirmed. Yes, EVERYONE had seen.

I set to picking up the contents of the bag I had been carrying, as well as the remains of my shattered dignity. I wanted to throw the stick that I had tripped over (I still wonder if someone placed it there on purpose to aid in my demise) but I had a feeling that it would be a bit unsportsmanlike. After all, the stick had won fair and square. To make matters worse, Nelson and Cody set to re-enacting my little tumble, making sure to add dramatic flailing and piercing screams. I ignored them as best as I could and continued to the car, where my father was waiting to take me and my friends to dance class. I was unscathed except for my bruised pride and was later informed by my sister that it was the most epic fall she had ever witnessed.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Fear

     Fear is a formidable foe. It is subtle and quiet, remaining hidden until the moment is right. When we are tested, fears can appear that we never even knew we had. What a lot of people don't realize though, is that if it is not dealt with correctly, fear can become as much of a sin as anger, hatred or lust can. I've never considered myself to be an especially fearful person, but lately, there has been one fear in particular that is worming it's way into my thoughts. It can be triggered by something as seemingly innocent as a book, a movie or a photograph. I've experienced first-hand how paralyzing it can be, and it doesn't come alone. It brings with it doubts, anger and even despair.
     As with any sin, we can't fight it on our own. We aren't smart enough or strong enough to deal with it. Who has the power and benevolent desire to conquer this adversary that devours us from within? God does. He not only can but He will if you ask Him. If you are a Christian, God wants you to grow in holiness. His ultimate goal is for us to become like Him, but He knows we can't do it on our own. He is the only one who can truly relieve us of fear and fill our hearts with peace.
     The opposite of fear is trust, so if we want to rid ourselves of fear we must put our trust in God. Remember, He knows what He's doing and has a plan for us.

For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father. --Romans 8:15