In It

In chapel today I was thinking of a common phrase we (Christians) say when life gets hard: "God is good despite _____." Despite my problems, despite my circumstances, God is good.
It seems in my heart that that is not enough. I no longer think I could look in the face of a holy God and say "despite my heartbreak, You're still good."
Something about that seems insulting. Like we are robbing Him of due glory.

Despite my cancer.
Despite his affair.
Despite the financial situation.

We are trying to separate God from the bad things. Like He has nothing to do with them. Certainly, He does not cause these things, but we know He must allow them. His sovereignty does not allow for anything to creep in our lives unnoticed. And we know that He can and does use all things for His glory and our good (Gen. 50:20). Can we really separate anything in our lives from God? Isn't that what we are doing with that statement? We are trying to make God's greatness independent of circumstance. Which in one sense is true- regardless of the way things look, He is still good. But when speaking to God about His presence in our lives, we cannot separate Him from any circumstance like He has nothing to do with or about it.

What if instead of saying "God, even though I am faced with this situation, You are good," we said "God, You are exhibiting your greatness in this situation."?

God, You are good IN my heartbreak.
You are good IN my cancer.
You are good IN this death.

He is working all things for good (Rom. 8:28). Not just the good things. He is also working the bad things for His glory and our good. He deserves that credit. Let's not rob Him of it.

You are not good despite it.
You are good IN it.

Get Dressed

This post is unashamedly written from a female heart to all women. Much inspiration and examples from Beth Moore's So Long, Insecurity

I am becoming increasingly and disgustedly aware of my own insecurities, of our own insecurities. I am going to think through a typical day of mine and include some of the thoughts that have ever had a tendency to go through my head. See if you can relate.

As soon as my mental consciousness resumes, "I despise mornings. I'm exhausted. I won't be worth anything today." Then "Chanel, don't think until after you get out of the shower. Just shut up and walk."
In the shower I recount all my failures from yesterday and think about how I will do better today. While putting on makeup, "Is that too much? Is it obvious? Why does it never look like the girls on TV? I'm trying to accentuate my eyes, but it looks like someone beat me up. This mascara said 'volumizing'. Bull. Why are my eyes so small? I look like a rat. I swear _____ just wakes up gorgeous."
Let's move on to hair. "Really, did all of you decide to frizz out today. Today? I have a presentation. Straightener. And now I have no volume whatsoever. It looks like 7th grade all over again. Make the poof. Uneven. Try again. Too big. Try again. Uneven. Give up. I'll just run my hand through it every once in a while and maybe accomplish the Jennifer Anniston look, Better yet. Pony tail."
And boy, does it get fun when I try to find something to wear. "Oh my word. I am an elephant. The only smooth thing about me is my milkshake addiction. Chanel, you are disgusting. You make yourself look like this. It's your fault. You have no discipline or self-control whatsoever. Just pick something and put a jacket over it. I hate myself."
Finally I get to class. "I love these shoes. Am I slouching? Am I wobbling? Are my heels making too much noise? Are they staring at me? Act confident. Don't make any eye contact. Smile a little. I feel like a giant with this bookbag. Don't trip. Sit near a wall."
Then these thoughts are fertilized at lunch in the cafeteria. Before I even get in the door, I am calling friends like a maniac to see if anyone already has a table. "Where are they? Look busy. If you don't see anyone, just put your stuff down and go get food. Take your phone. Text. Occupy your mind. This floor is very slippery. If I fall and drop something, I may die. Awkward conversation at the salad bar. Sit down. No one is here. Grab a book. Study something. Look busy."

I am only half way through this hypothetical day, and I am already exhausted with typing all this. Which probably means you are tired of reading it. You get the point. We question ourselves all day.

We constantly doubt our basic social functions. I know where this has left me. Exhausted. and so fragile. Listen, I know that women are generally more fragile that men, but 2 X chromosomes and extra estrogen does not mean we are walking on broken glass.
We do feel some different pressures than men, but they don't have it easy either. And granted, some of our insecurities are rightfully earned. A magazine for a renowned women's store came in the mail the other day for its semi-annual sale. I love this store, so I glanced through the pages. There were a lot of pages and by the end, I handed it to my mom and said "You can throw this away along with my last shred of self-esteem." That is what we stand up against- an unattainable goal if you have anything less than a cook, trainer, and photographer highly skilled in airbrushing. But it still just makes you feel so "less than."

Some of our insecurities have come greatly from culture, but others we need to own. We have made them for ourselves right out of our own pride. Let's be honest with each other. How many of us have not gone to the gym (despite our honest desire to work out) because we don't want people to see us? I know I have been a straight-up master at that one. How about this- has your confident mindset ever taken a dive because someone gave a presentation right before you and it was great? Do we ever get a little irritated because our guy-pals found the new girl and have shifted their attention? The guy we used to date walks into church with a gorgeous girl. You met someone you really admire, and you said something really stupid. All our improper responses in these instances are the results of us twisting a God-given desire. We want to be noticed. We want significance. We don't want to be "a" anything. We want to be "the" all the time or at least in something. We want to be the fittest, funniest, prettiest, friendliest, or "the" something else. There will always be someone better than us, and that realization sends us into self-loathing because we can't meet our fabricated expectations. That's pride. That's our doing. We let that pride rob us of so much. In fact, it often robs us of what it promised us. The desire to give the best presentation leads us to make a blubbering fool out of ourselves after we freak out because the person right before us did an amazing job. The desire to be the most fit never allows us to get in shape because we don't want to be seen until we are the most fit. Pride is a liar that gives you insecurity instead of security. "Pride is dignity's counterfeit." However, the desire for significance was put in place to drive us to our Creator. He has already defined who we are. He has set our value, and it's more than our minds can handle.

We have every bit of strength and dignity, and it came right from the God of the universe. Strength and Dignity. We are clothed in it (Prov. 31:25). But we often take off our robes of strength and dignity. Instead we lay naked in the cruel streets of society where we take hard hits and assume "victim" as our identity. No, ladies. Enough. Stand up and get dressed.

Culture is hard, yes. We may have backgrounds that offered us little security if any. Our hearts may have been trashed by someone we trusted. And we may have twisted our God-given tendencies into hungry and deceiving lies. We were not created to be wounded creatures. If we have been redeemed, we have the power of the risen Savior inside of us. How dare we say we can not be healed? How dare we say that life has dealt us a rotten hand, and we can't recover? Life hurts. I have spent countless nights sobbing over hurts that were beyond my control, and I know that you have too. God is greater. Christ is stronger than the blows that I have received. Christ is more piercing than the lies that I have formed. He runs deeper than the expectations I hold for myself.

Enough lies. Enough resentment. Enough seeking "perfection."

We are lying naked in the dirt. Filthy and blood-stained. I can see Christ in my heart. Kneeling in the filth. Holding the robes He made for me. "Sweetheart, you dropped this. Get up and get dressed."

It's Time the Bride Spoke Up

The Bride needs to open her mouth. Satan has sent his whores into the church and whispered lies of loyalty and reputation. I am ticked. I'm mad at the prince of darkness. I hate him. I CANNOT WAIT until he burns in hell for eternity with no allowance to come near us. But I am also mad at us. I am mad at the Bride. I am mad at the church. We have built cages in our pews. Our Sunday school rooms have bars on the windows.

How? Because we have decided that church should have this image. The Bride should look like this. The Bride should talk like this. The Bride should be involved in these things but not in those. In all, we have decided to close our mouths. What am I talking about? I am talking about what we are afraid to talk about.

Sin. Sin in the church. Brokenness. Brokenness in the church. Bondage. Prison in the church. In the past few months, I have heard this several times: "We have made church into the Christian prom." I am understanding this to new depths every day. So many churches expect things to run according to the designated plan. People come in- with problems. We all have issues. We sit down and listen to the message. We talk with friends in this alleged community. If we are convicted in the message, we deal with it and never say anything. We try to make our repentance as quiet as possible. How often do you hear a deacon say "I have held so much bitterness in my heart, but God really convicted me today. It hurt, but praise Him for it." I have not heard it oft

If we are changed during church, we don't talk about it because we don't want anyone else to know we didn't have it all together when we walked in. We just want to be the faithful. We just want to be a role model. We don't ever want to be "the one who got healed." We don't want to be the ones on our faces because we have lived according to a lie. We don't want to be the one with unbelief. We don't want to be the apathetic one. We don't want to be the one with an addiction. We smile and sing. We deal with our sin on our own. Because getting help would require someone to know about it. We trade accountability and support for reputation and shame. So we keep up an appearance and fall into this Christian prom. Boy do we look nice. On the outside, we are stunning. Just as we think the Bride should be. Good job us. No. Fail.

So what's really going on at this prom? People are struggling with a sin. It feels habitual. It feels like they will never get over it. And we feel likes failures because honestly, sometimes we don't care. Sometimes apathy has got a hold on us. Sometimes we don't feel what we think we should. That leaves us stuck. We think we are terrible Christians. "How can I not choose Jesus?" "I must not love Him since I can't defeat this." "I am living a lie." No. You wanna know who's living a lie? All of us who parade around with our Bibles and say all the right things without saying the truth.

We need to open our mouths. "I am not perfect." "I gossip all the time." We need to start calling ourselves out. "You know what? I'm gonna stop in the middle of that statement. That's a rumor fueled by jealousy." Catch that unforgiveness. Who cares if it got half-way out of your mouth before you realized what it was? Call it what it is. Don't try to play it off as a prayer request or a "I just needed to vent" moment (Prov. 29:11). That's how we end up confused and trapped in habitual sin. Call yourself out in public so the rest of us humans can know that sin actually does exist in the lives of Christians, and we can recognize it.

Then there are those sins that we don't talk about. This issue has blown my mind over the last 6 months. I have grown up with this mindset: "There are some things that we just don't talk about in church." I really believed that was right. "That's not what Christians discuss." Now I am understanding- why the heck not? So let's go there right now. Pornography. I grew up just hearing allusions to this in sermons "Don't be looking at things you shouldn't." And that's about as far as it got. Even hearing the word porn made us squirm and blush. Listen, we are not Amish people with no access to that stuff so the topic seems awkward. Porn is everywhere. Even daytime TV is enough to lead your mind in that direction. But not in the church. Of course not. You know what's heartbreaking? To sit next to a college age guy as he fights tears and shame over this issue that he has fought for years in secret. And this guy was raised in church! Shame on him. No. Shame on us. We helped place those chains around his hands by acting like the problem would never be an issue for a Christian. As if pornography is some ultimate sin that anyone involved in should be ashamed to even mention. We have been keeping secrets and keeping chains. We don't let the youth pastor talk about pornography or masturbation, but when we find out our kid is struggling with it, we drag him to counseling and "make the pastor fix it." Oh what hypocrites we have been. Then Sex. I am so speaking to myself here. Historically it has been one of the most uncomfortable words in my ears. In my experience, this word was NOT spoken in church for any reason. Again silence brought with it shame. I look at myself and some girls I grew up with. At some point in our lives, we have been trapped in sexual sin, but we never said anything. We kept our image together. We just bat our pretty eyes and speak with an innocent naivety. Get real. We are not naive. But the Bride should be pure so we act innocent instead of begging to be remade. This show is a joke. It's a lie.

Our silence has left us terrified and paralyzed. We are not making war with sin. We are making truce with it. "I won't address you, so you won't come after me." Then when we find sin siting in our laps, we can't scream for help because everyone else has taken the same vow of silence. So we spend the rest of our lives trying to quietly ask this unwelcome guest to please leave. We should be getting ready for battle and preparing for bloodshed. Instead we are in prom dresses trying to dance the night away without letting anyone notice the shackles on our ankles. Bride, we may spend the rest of our lives keeping the surface of the dress white, but underneath the filth is building up. And we are leaving tracks of mud for the next generation to walk in. It's time we take off these dresses for some serious cleaning. Yeah, everyone will now see the filth, and we'll all see how dirty we are. But we'll never be clean if we wear the dress every day and never get it washed. Christ is not pleased with our prom. He is not pleased with the superficially white dress. He sees the shackles. He sees the filth. Our act has never fooled Him. We may have fooled ourselves, but truth still sets free.

Bride, let's open our mouths.

I Was Questioning Love

Sometimes things just don't make sense to me. And it generally seems like either I'm stupid and everyone else gets it, or everyone else is looking over it.
Love. How do we do it?
Church folks, holla. I Cor. 13.
Ok, so I know that we should learn love from God. I got that part. His love in perfect and endless and honestly, illogical. I don't know about you, but if I have learned one thing about this world in my short 20 years, it's that we live in a world full of people not like God. So here was my issue. No one on this earth is ever going to love me like God loves me. I'm not much for fairytales. These sorts of stories paint the image of a too close to perfect man coming in and rescuing our fainting hearts and protecting us from every enemy for the rest of our lives happily ever after. Nice story. Not gonna happen in this humanity. No human male can fulfill all the roles our female hearts create for them.
So how do we respond? I really don't think that we should live in blissful ignorance: loving like God while expecting His love to come from another person. But I have lived on the other extreme, and it's not so pleasant. We can't curse human love and and expect to still dwell in God's love. There is an extreme disconnect there since God died for the humans.

so all these thoughts brought me to this discourse with God:
"Ok. God, so I readily recognize what my own heart's tendencies tell me. We were made to love and be loved like You love. That will never happen here. So again I realize that we were not made for this world, but we are here for now. So how does this work? It sounds like a set up for repeated pain."

I felt kind of mentally stuck for a while, but after some time God has revealed the solution to my feeble mind. We must recognize that He is the only one whose love will continually and faultlessly satisfy us. I want to be completely fulfilled in Him, including emotional fulfillment. And praise God, this is possible. Paul said he counted everything as loss for the sake of knowing Christ. I want to say that. To really say that. To be so tangled up in Him that everything else is loss compared to Him.

My response to God's love and the world's "love" should be to love like God but not be destroyed when humanity doesn't reciprocate that love because I am fulfilled in Him. Moreso- I should not only not be destroyed but also continue thriving in Him.

Ok. It's starting to get clearer. I love when my Father speaks right into my thoughts.

What Are We Fighting For?

I have recently (as in the past 6 months) been chewing on a concept. It has taken repeated exposures and considerable meditation to get to any of the words I will write here. There is much more to be said. much more to be experienced. which is really the point of all of this.

We are in a war. Every person is included here, but we may not be fighting under the same leadership. Anyway, this will be directed to Christians. We are in a war. In the most base words as possible, what do we fight for in our daily walk?

I do not want to make my experience to seem as if it belongs to every man, so I readily recognize that my false perceptions may be different from someone else's false perceptions. Nevertheless, let's recognize falsity and trade it in for truth.

After some thought, I have decided that I have thus far lived the majority of my Christian walk fighting for obedience. I have been fighting to do the right thing. Now to some, that may sound admirable. My friend, I believe the same lie has tripped us. Now I am certainly not robbing obedience of it's place in Christianity. (There are 10 commandments, for crying out loud, just for starters.) I am simply going to remove obedience from the center of my relationship with Christ.

First, I will explain how I believe obedience became my main goal. Then I will suggest an alternative, which is really more than an alternative. It's biblical, so by alternative I mean "you should live this way."

I grew up in a conservative church/ school setting. I thank God for allowing me to grow up in this environment because it has been a blessing I still do not fully comprehend. However, I did gain some misconceptions there. (I take responsibility for these misconceptions. All teaching I receive may not be accurate, but I am not without a Source of ultimate truth.) Obedience was a big deal at this institution. I still remember looking at detention slips (not mine, mind you) that had the box checked for "direct disobedience." Obedience to God's Word was a high priority as well. One lesson that I gained from my experience there was "even if you don't feel like it, do it anyway because it's right." And this IS a good lesson to learn. Sometimes we don't want to do right, but we need to anyway simply by its virtue of being right. However, this lesson transferred over to my relationship with Christ in the following ways:

Even when I don't want to, read the Bible every day.

Even when I would rather sleep, go to church.

Even when I'm not interested, get involved in Christian groups.

etc...

I agree that there will be times when we won't desire these things, but we should in most cases do it anyway. To put in plainly, these instances should be the exception. But after hearing this lesson so many times, these became the rule, and obedience became the focus. Desire was not the main issue because that will come and go. But we can control obedience. We should fight to act not to feel.

Scripture says otherwise.
Hebrews 12:2
Looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross...
Joy.
He endured for the joy. Not the sense of duty. Not the need to obey. For the joy.
Joy is the focus.
If Christ endured for the joy of relationship with God, how can I expect to survive by any other method?

Looking at that verse, can I really convince myself that a list to daily fulfill will carry me through a faithful Christian walk? No, not at all. Obedience is not going to be enough. It has got to be joy.

In some ways, this is incredibly freeing. Imagine a soldier at war. His general says to him, "Soldier, nevermind that list you have in your hand. You will lose your fight by following that. What I want you to do is to know me as your leader and take great joy in my power. You will win if you do this." What a relief! All I have to do is enjoy your leadership! This should be easy since you have never lost a battle.

Then this freedom takes on a starkly different appearance: horror. We don't enjoy Him. Suddenly, we wish we had the list back because we could do that. We have developed the discipline to obey the rules. But we have not developed the relationship to experience the joy. And this is what it takes to win the war. What if we started living like our very survival depended on our joy in God? I daresay our lives would work differently. The focus would shift.

I will go so far as to say that our survival does depend on our joy in God. We have made Christianity into a relationship of executive and mindless personal assistant or master and slave-driver. Really? Do we honestly believe that's what God wants from us? mindless obedience? "You don't have to like me. Just do what I say."
How is that honoring to Him? We have settled for a job instead of fulfilling our role in a relationship. I think God wants us to genuinely adore Him. And if we really knew Him, I think that would be difficult to avoid. Our joy in Him glorifies Him. If there was a well of living water, what more could glorify it than people having all their needs and desires met in that water and calling other people to experience the same joy?

God is realigning my thoughts to His Word. I should be fighting for joy, not obedience. I was not called to obey. I was called to know and love and from that love, obey. I have cheapened Him. I am broken over that. I have cheapened His worth in my own life. I have not joyed in Him. I have turned Him into a list. No longer. No longer.
I am fighting to know Him. I am fighting to joy in Him.
This is what I was made to do.

Father God, I love you, but I long to love you more. Call us back with your grace. Forgive us for responding to you with apathetic obedience instead of the joyous love you deserve. Change our hearts. Make us more like you.

A Formal Introduction to an Old Monster

These are fresh and raw thoughts. I realize here that my only reader is probably my mother, but I still feel the need to throw in a disclaimer. I am not God and therefore have the capability and perhaps propensity to spew out untruths. This is not intended to be read as anything approaching absolute truth. That being said, I will not intentionally be careless with my words. These are just reflections. But I have faith in a God who often takes a sinner's thoughts to expose others' needs and catalyze beautiful reactions. (Excuse the nerd-burst.)

Tonight I started reading a book. So Long, Insecurity. by Beth Moore. This is the first thing of hers I have ever read (which is ironic considering I would love to be her successor). My aunt originally told me about this book this summer insisting I read it. So the title went on my proverbial list, and I continued life. Then this winter break, my mother and I were in a Christian bookstore when she remembered the title and ever so subtly purchased it with me by her side then wrapped it and put my name on the gift tag. lol.

I was thrilled though not surprised :) to open it. It went on the shelf. I had many books to read over break. Tonight Mom asked me when I was going to read it. So as the obedient child, I grabbed the book, looked at the page count, counted how many days I had until classes started, and calculated how many pages a day I needed to read in order to finish it before the semester came in full force. That whole scene says more about me than I care to admit.

Anyway, I start reading. I approach this book knowing that I am insecure. I recall telling a previous boyfriend "I think I have serious self-confidence issues." I'm not sure what response I wanted from him, but he agreed. Looking back there is something comforting about the conviction I felt hearing that response yet saddening that my issues are so obvious.

As I flip through pages I begin to think that Beth has cameras in my heart and soul, and now she is writing a book about me. Conviction, yes. But also horror. First, there are broad questions that resonate with me. "If no one ever gives us the affirmation we need, can we still be ok?" Then one sentence blows my cover. "Somehow I convince myself that if I could just develop a healthy enough psyche, life couldn't touch me." Boom.

I consider myself a person of extremes in some ways. I am not particularly gifted in finding middle ground. And this is true in my emotional being. I dash back and forth between a fairy-tale-like wonder of emotions and the mindset that I can build a fortress that will protect me from every hurt. I am learning that neither works. The fairytale is a beautifully painted lie with a crash of an ending. The fortress is lonely.

These thoughts start to expose my insecurity. I knew it was there, but seeing how it tangibly affects my life is a little discomforting. Then she includes an old-school definition of insecurity that includes phrases such as "self-doubt", "lack of confidence in ourselves", "anxiety about our relationships", and "deep uncertainty about whether his or her own feelings and desires are legitimate." That last one stings a little bit. I am ashamed of the times I have sat and wondered if what I'm feeling is even real. What about myself can I even trust?

Then more pointed observations to identify an already blaring problem:
"If someone gets angry at me, do I have a hard time not thinking about it?"
It would be all too humiliating to have my thoughts read aloud when someone I love is upset with me.
"Do I sometimes feel anxious for no apparent reason?"
Some sort of shouting choir should Amen here.
"A fissure in a relationship might sting one person but devastate the other."
Now I have had some strong times, but I do believe I belong on the devastated side of this population.

"She keeps confusing her insecurity with humility." OUCH! That is painful and humiliating to think that in my arms I have been coddling a demon wrapped in a blanket monogrammed with "humility." But I know its true. How easy it is to take my most deceptive enemy and disguise him as godliness so I have one less thing to fight. It is scary what we can convince ourselves of. I certainly am in need of God's piercing light now in my life to uncover the lies I have fed myself. These lies helped to numb my pain at the time, but now I'm confused. I don't remember what I lied about.

At this point, my insecurity is like a neon sign in otherwise darkness. I am pained. I am shocked. I am afraid. I am broken. I want to declare war on this monster. I want to beat it. But my own lies resurface and question that possibility. Security seems idealistic. Is this issue even real, or is this an emotionally-charged women's read? Insecurity again. Witness my cycle.

We tend to stereotype the insecure. Perhaps it would be easier to characterize who we think are the secure: thin, in love, receiving love, beautiful, smart, successful, and talented. Certainly no one has "it all". Some people just seem to have almost all of "it." So if having it all is unreal, then keeping it all must be something beyond unreal. The pressure is huge. Beth says "She wouldn't know the concept of carefree" if it hit her in the head, sometimes "believing to her dying breath that if she could just do this or control that, she could quell that ache inside of her."

I'm going to be very open now. I could substitute my name in those sentences without even a hint of dishonesty or exaggeration. I have struggled to this intensity with 2 main issues in my life: body image and grades.
I realize many of you identify with the first, and I may be quite lonely with the second.

Body image. I'm not sure when this started, but I can remember starving myself as young as 13. At that age, my starvation didn't last for very long. But as I grew in age and obsessive hatred for my body, I became more enduring. Hunger would go through stages of dull desire to pain to nothing. I honestly cannot remember what it felt like after the pain was gone, but I knew if I waited long enough, it would not hurt anymore. Then I was home-free. I really became quite good at this pattern. Then I did lose weight. I went from a size 7/8 to a 3/4 in about a year and a half. Maybe this does not seem so dramatic, but in my mind it was glorious progress. And yet so unsatisfying. I remember wearing the size 3 and thinking to myself "When is it going to be enough?" "When can I stop?" "When will I be happy?". The answer: never.

Now the seemingly more bizarre obsession: grades. I do not know when this started, but I know I have only recognized a problem in the past year. I have made straight A's in college so far. That is a praise to God, not me. That's all fine and good until the likelihood of a B on the horizon makes you have a nervous breakdown. Even without that possibility, I find it very easy to fill every second of my day with school work and studying. I realize the oddity in this. Oh well. Someone once said something to me that really hit the nail on the head: "Are you ever finished? Or do you just work until you have no time left?" *clears throat* umm... well... I must say I have never asked myself that question, but they were completely accurate. I am never finished. I have no idea where to draw the line.

"If our pursuit has moved from reasonable attention to a veritable obsession, however, we'd better search our souls for what's driving us."

Another bullet. Shot in love, of course. I remember having my eyes opened to this issue during church one Sunday. Singing a worship song that included the words "It's all for you, God." This Sunday was at the end of a semester surrounded by projects, tests, presentations, and that threatening B that robbed my sleep and peace. As soon as those lyrics left my lips, I heard God in my heart: "Is it really all for me?" Don't things get interesting when God interrupts our worship? Then I had to ask myself the same question. Who was I really working for? Wasn't this obsession for myself? Time for a reality check.

I have inhaled a couple of lies that brought me to these points.
A fit, thin figure will make me secure.
A successful and admirable academic career will make me secure.

These lies coupled with my imagination have handed me over to a multitude of fears. And statistically, most of what we fear never happens. Those who know me at all are laughing at me right now. So these lies of false security are leading me on a road filled with fears that often don't produce reality and leave me looking like a complete lunatic after I have reacted to my imagination.

I don't want that kind of relationship with anything.

So this is war.

I recognize that the woman who responds with graceful strength instead of hysteria during tragedy seems to be a stranger right now, but I will become that woman by God's grace.

Thanks to God and Beth for this formal introduction.