LiveFreeLoveHard

I discovered that once I lost my job, my apartment, my boyfriend, my car and eventually my sanity, that things could only go up from here.  I felt like I lost everything, everything that I valued.  My life was a snapshot of a rampaged home where robbers had come in, torn everything apart, and had taken everything they could find.  I didn't know where to start to pick up the pieces.  But it could get worse.  The unemployment I was depending on to pay my rent fell through on some technicality.  And my landlord decided this is the month she wants to get rigid.  What now? I recited 2 Corinthians 4:7-9, "But we have this treasure in earthen vessels that the excellency of the power may be of God and not of us.  We are pressed on every side, but not constricted, unable to find a way out but not utterly without a way out; persecuted but  not abandoned; cast down but not destroyed." And then I realized what the robbers were looking for, the most val...

By most individual’s standards, I am the prime candidate for worry: mounting bills, no income, no job prospects, and no clear direction of progress.   I often wake up in the morning with questions like: What am I going to do with my life? How am I going to pay this month’s rent?   Is it legal for the collector’s to call back to back like that?   Often times I feel overwhelmed by everything I can’t take care of.   On the verge of feeling like a complete failure, I have to remind myself the difference between what I think is important and what God thinks is important.   “O my people, listen as I speak.   Here are my charges against you, O Israel: I am God, your God!    I have no complaint about your sacrifices or the burnt offerings you constantly bring to my altar.   But I want no more bulls from your barns; I want no more goats from your pens. For the animals of the forest are mine, and I own the cattle on a thousand hills.   Every bi...