Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
On the other hand, even though singleness is very common for young adults, that doesn’t make singleness easy. In fact, it can be a very worry-filled season of life. Perhaps you can relate to at least one of the three big fears singles have.
To be honest, I’ve struggled with idolatry for years. I want to believe that I simply have chronic idolatry, but I know that’s just a lie from Satan. Whether I want to admit it or not, idolatry doesn’t just “happen” to me; it's a choice. I choose to worship idols. I choose not to let them go. I choose to serve them when I should serve Christ.
Don’t get me wrong—I love my phone. I love that I can text, make calls, go online, make notes, and set timers using one portable device. It can be used for great things, from tithing online to staying in touch with missionaries. But when we use our phones rather than pay attention to the people we're with, we communicate that we care more about our phones (and ourselves) than them.
If you're tired of feeling trapped, this poem is for you. If you're weary of fighting and losing, this poem is for you. If you're ready to be free, this poem is for you.
Today is a very gloomy day for me because I'm getting ready to go back to college. The worry, stress, and nervousness have already kicked in. I feel panicky, irritable, and anxious all at once. My heart is racing as I write this, and so is my mind. This semester will be so full. How am I going to thrive—or at least survive?
Though some people can easily fight lies about their body image, I can’t. Because of my history with an eating disorder, these lies feel incredibly real to me. The devil’s tormenting seems too great to bear sometimes. Unfortunately, I’m often quick to believe his lies because I lack the motivation to fight against them. But this leads me to become depressed and frustrated.
However, without more warning, the pastor began a list of five ways that we could put his message into practice. I wrote them all down, acting like I would (of course) implement them in my own life. But I knew that I wouldn’t. In fact, I'd probably never even look at them again.
I hope that this true story inspires, encourages, and strengthens you during this Christmas season. May you see His greatness this Christmas. Merry Christmas!
As I wrote about a couple weeks ago, Christmas used to feel so exhilarating. When I was younger, it was full of wonder and excitement. I laid in bed on Christmas Eve as I wondered if I heard Santa’s sleigh on our roof. I poured my heart into decorating the Christmas tree with tons of ornaments and hand-woven snowflakes that my grandmother had made. I picked out special gifts for my parents, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. Now, however, I spend a lot of the Christmas season in a melancholic state.
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