Wednesday, December 5, 2018

It Is Well With My Soul

Not long ago, I wrote this.

In the song ‘It Is Well With My Soul’, there’s the verse “When sorrows like sea billows roll”. And that pretty much describes my feelings.
“Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, ‘It is well with my soul’”. But often I have trouble with that. Because I don’t feel like things are well. I feel like my soul is aching, hurting, has a big gaping wound in it that weeps and bleeds.

Then a few days later, I saw this post by Reagan Colbert.

It’s not about being well. We may be unwell in our minds, hearts, feelings, bodies, or situations. Everything around us & in us may not be well, but by God's grace we're able to say, amidst the turmoil, that it's still well with our souls.

It's like a reminder that no matter how heavy my heart may be, even when the pain, the sadness, and the grief seem overwhelming at times, not all is lost. At times I feel like I'm shattered into at least a thousand pieces, but here I am, still functioning.
Maybe my heart is wounded and bleeding. Maybe I'm going through a rough time where I don't know what I'm doing, who I am, where I'm going with my life. Maybe this is a transition period and it's hard. But I'm not utterly desolate.

And God is there, through all of it. He's there to pick up the pieces. He's there to bring me wisdom and comfort, to offer His hand when I'm at my lowest. Through Him, I can find rest and refuge and strength, if only I stop and look for it.
Family and friends are there. So many people are there. At times, I find the thing I want or need when I'm not even looking for it. Even when things are hard, there's that ray of light, that way out of the darkness. And God finds a way of pulling me out from the misery.

So as I write this tonight, I'd like to take a moment to thank God for all that He's done for me, the people and the things He's brought to me. And I pray that I don't forget it, don't get sidetracked from it. When things are hard, sometimes all you look at is that pain. But Psalm 121 says, "I lift my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of the heavens and the earth." I just pray I can remember that, and focus on that, and not be lost within the depths of my pain and sorrow.
It's a reminder to anyone, really. No matter how bad things get, no matter how hard it might seem, there's always hope, there's always someone there. Healing takes time. Change takes time. But even though it feels a million miles away, sometimes you just need to have faith, just cling to the promise of tomorrow and the grace of God. Because in the darkest hour, He will never leave or forsake you. Not now, not for all eternity. And that should be our source of comfort, to know that we don't walk alone, that God provides. All we need is faith the size of a mustard seed, and mountains will move.

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Being Left-Handed

Ah, the realm of the left-handed humans, the southpaws, the awesome. The people who use the correct hand for tasks like holding a pencil, hammering a nail, petting a cute dog, and playing an instrument. I don't know what all those other people are thinking. I keep telling Mom she's doing things wrong, but she insists on using her right hand...
Anyway, here are a few realities, both good and bad, of being left-handed.

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Real-Life Animal Crossovers

We're familiar with creatures that look like a cross between two or more animals. Griffins, for example, look like they're part lion, part eagle. Today, however, we're going to discuss some real-life creatures that seem like hybrids.

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

How To Drive Like a Doofus

We've all seen them. The people who make mistakes in driving, or do something monumentally absurd or inconsiderate. And you just want to give these people a big hug... around the throat. But then again, sometimes we make mistakes too, ones worthy of facepalming or awkward tales to tell your family and friends. Today, we celebrate the goofs and the outright wrongs associated with operating a vehicle.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

A Letter to the World

Dear World,

I'd like to apologize for the many tasks I've been putting off. I wish I had a reason like "I've been busy," but that's not really the case. It's a general lack of motivation, a feeling of apathy. And maybe that sounds like a cop-out, a lame excuse. But honestly, I'm just in that stage where I don't have the will to do half the stuff I ought to be. I procrastinate almost everything.

Do that book series review? Nope.
Finish various tasks I've promised people? Nope.
Write chapter twenty-six? Nope.
Get anything productive done at all? Nope.

In fact, I can't even get things done outside of writing and internet. I say, "Hmm, I need to clean the bathroom." Then dust continues to build up on the counters. I notice the floor is dirty. But it's apparently easier to live in filth than to sweep.
On a related note, don't look too closely at my room. There's hair, dirt, and dust on the floors. Clothes bought weeks ago sit in their plastic shopping bags, tags and stickers still on them. One drawer is a jumbled mess I can't be bothered to organize and put away properly.
In fact, don't look at anything, except maybe the ceiling. Don't ask about my computer, finally brought out of the storage unit, but still packed in the box. Don't ask when I'll get a desk to put it on. Don't ask about the weeds outside I say I'll pull. Don't ask about anything.