Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
I realize that it’s almost impossible to completely avoid Halloween. Even if you personally decide not to trick-or-treat, the Halloween decorations, candy, and costumes still exist. People will still celebrate "spooky" and even evil aspects of Halloween, like witches, ghosts, and graves. However, here are a few ideas to turn an often-spooky holiday into a great ministry opportunity.
Starting to wonder if I should have stayed, questioning ev’ry decision I’d made, hoping that, somehow, I’d find a safe place, but doubting that I could survive this escape.
I'd heard "Just the Way You Are" before, but I hadn't seen the music video for it until a classmate shared it in a presentation for class recently. At first, the lyrics made me feel good. The song made me think of similar songs, like the crazy popular hit “What Makes You Beautiful” by One Direction. But then I understood the message that this song was sending—especially when it was combined with the music video.
I hate my body. I’ve honestly hated it for years. Nothing is wrong with it—it works perfectly. It's completely healthy. But I still hate it because it doesn't look the way I want it to look. And truth be told, it never will.
Honestly, there are lots of reasons why I’m scared about dating. I’m unsure what we’ll talk about, when we’ll discuss physical boundaries, how we’ll share hopes and dreams about the future, etc. Maybe, if you’re a completely inexperienced dater like me, you can relate to these three fears.
My roommate and I were walking into a meeting and glanced around for two empty seats. My roommate spotted two open seats by Reagan, so we sat down there. Reagan didn't say anything when I sat down (neither did I), but partway through the meeting, she got up from her chair and moved to sit in another seat. With other girls. And a really cute guy. To say that was offended would be an understatement. To say that I was furious would be more accurate.
I felt weary and distant from God, and I felt apathetic about my circumstances. I know that feeling a certain way isn’t necessarily a choice...but following our feelings is a choice. And it has consequences.
I couldn't understand why Reagan ignored my offer to join us. I was curious if there was a specific reason she rejected my invitation, but I was upset that she didn't join our table.
But then reality set in, and my daydream came to a halt. Suddenly, the fantasy was over. Instead of being in the company of an attractive (and flirty, ahem) young man, I was alone.
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