Sunday Devotion, Harmonize–Daily Prompt

Fearless

prayerPsalm 92 

It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;
To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning,
And Your faithfulness every night,
On an instrument of ten strings,
On the lute,
And on the harp,
With harmonious sound.  
For You, Lord, have made me glad through Your work;
I will triumph in the works of Your hands.

Lord, how great are Your works!
Your thoughts are very deep.
A senseless man does not know,
Nor does a fool understand this.
When the wicked spring up like grass,
And when all the workers of iniquity flourish,
It is that they may be destroyed forever.

But You, Lordare on high forevermore.
For behold, Your enemies, O Lord,
For behold, Your enemies shall perish;
All the…

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Please stop calling suicide victims ‘selfish’ or ‘weak.’ (reblog)

Lucky Otters Haven

One of the best blogs I’ve recently discovered is John Pavlovitz’s blog “Stuff That Needs to Be Said.”  Pavlovitz is a Christian pastor, but he is different because he abhors what has become “conservatism” and is an active member of the resistance.  Like Jesus himself, he is compassionate and bravely defends all those who are vulnerable or “different,” including groups many fake Christians hate and fear, such as the LGBTQ population and Muslim immigrants.

Every day, Mr. Pavlovitz writes impassioned, brutally honest posts calling out the darkness and evil so many of us see in the new White House and in the greater society.   I love what he has to say and I love the way he writes.  But he doesn’t write exclusively about the political situation.   In this post, he calls out those who accuse Linkin Park’s frontman Chester Bennington as weak and selfish for killing…

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Shine Bright

Peace from Panic

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I smiled when I saw this quote. I pictured my daughters and their friends playing with glow sticks when they were younger. I’d buy them for the kids to have at parties, in shapes of necklaces and bracelets. It was fun to bend and snap the dull-colored sticks, and watch them magically light up.

But this quote has a much deeper meaning. It reminds me of several of my family members who are in the military. In boot camp, they were broken down before they were built back up. It took years of training to develop them into the brave soldiers that they’ve become.

When I struggled with anxiety and panic attacks, it nearly broke me. I had panic attacks every time I drove, went to the grocery store, or the mall. It got to the point where I worried every time I had to go out. I was afraid…

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Fucking Work

So check this shit out. I go to the bathroom right. This bitttccchh comes in and says “what are you doing?”. Okay so my thought process goes kind like this; it’s your boss don’t cuss her out, do it it’s funny, or just punch her I don’t need a job, you have a dog be nice. So my response “since I’m in the bathroom I was peeing” idiots I tell ya. 

-Darling 

My memory! 

Hello world, 

Today I learned how one draining task effects my entire day. I had one thing to do at work that I could not grasp the concept of. I use to teach other people how to do this. I now have to be taught how to do this again. It’s so frustrating to feel dumb. I can’t wait to have a clear mind. I’ve always wondered what it would be like. 

-Darling

This is me.

Hello world,

This is how I’m choosing to tell my story. Now whether you want to read it that’s on you, but this is me. Last week I found out I had something called Axiety. At first when the doctor told me I said “I’m not crazy, and there is nothing wrong with me”.   He asked me a few questions and there it was. In this moment I was so indenial that me, I had something wrong with my brain. Right now I don’t even fully understand what is wrong with me. I know I’m different and I get mad on a drop of a dime. I thought everyone did this, I thought I was “NORMAL”. I tried so hard to hide and mask what was wrong with me for years. Excuse after excuse why I would do the things I do. I was normal and that’s it. No one was going to tell me otherwise. Today was the first day I spoke with my therapist, I like her a lot. She’s calming, funny, and I like her office. I finally feel like someone understands me. I feel “normal”. As I walked out of my first session, I don’t really know what I felt. A downpour of emotion could maybe describe it. This is day one, this is me.

-Darling