A few months back a close friend of mine challenged me to a spiritual/mental/emotional exercise that he felt would be very beneficial to me. The exercise was this: to write a eulogy to the version of me that I idolized and determined that I should be rather than what I am. Oh man...
It was one of the most profound experiences that I've had to date. It started off like this:
I have told other many times before that it has been my personal experience in life that whenever God allows me to feel His presence in a very real, deep way that it has been to comfort me and assure me that He is with me; that trials were coming and He would be there through them.
The trials came and I already forgot that He was there, even though He always has been. Through thick and thin God has never left me and has never abandoned me. If didn't before, I'm confident He won't start now.
I have not "failed" yet but I have been dangerously close. In this struggle I'm fighting to be there with my Bigs and fellow Assistant House Directors; to give them the love and support that I am good at giving. The enemy is hard on my tail, but "this a recall and therefore have joy. The Lord will not turn His face forever...:
So I go to war against the zombie, the reanimate personification of idealistic perfectionism that is trying to take control of my life. I say "No. I will not give in."
Grace and Peace,
Stephen
It was one of the most profound experiences that I've had to date. It started off like this:
The poetic flow continued from there in greater detail. By the end of it I felt lighter, empowered, and incredibly free. These days, however, I find that ghosts and zombies do exist and they are insistent about having control."On October 7th, in the year of our Lord 2015, the conjuration of a perfect Stephen Dewane Green II died a most tragic death: reality. He was a dreadful bastard that haunted the waking reality of a good, yet imperfect, human that sought to live a happy life. He brought misery and pain with his illusions of awe and worth. This sickening conjuration and ideology was a disruptor of inspiration and an idol that demanded every ounce of love and attention due to both God and to the man that so readily clung to this ghost of a ghost."
I have told other many times before that it has been my personal experience in life that whenever God allows me to feel His presence in a very real, deep way that it has been to comfort me and assure me that He is with me; that trials were coming and He would be there through them.
The trials came and I already forgot that He was there, even though He always has been. Through thick and thin God has never left me and has never abandoned me. If didn't before, I'm confident He won't start now.
I have not "failed" yet but I have been dangerously close. In this struggle I'm fighting to be there with my Bigs and fellow Assistant House Directors; to give them the love and support that I am good at giving. The enemy is hard on my tail, but "this a recall and therefore have joy. The Lord will not turn His face forever...:
So I go to war against the zombie, the reanimate personification of idealistic perfectionism that is trying to take control of my life. I say "No. I will not give in."
Grace and Peace,
Stephen
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