Upbeat Spiritual Living:   Who Are You, Under Stress?

Loving this post. It’s difficult to stay calm under stress, but some people do. This is a reminder to myself that just because something doesn’t go as I planned, it’s no reason to stress and act out.
Who are you under stress?

Rev. Kebba Buckley Button Speaks

© 2017 Kebba Buckley Button, MS, OM.  World Rights Reserved.  

 stress,

Who are you?  We all have ideas about who we are.  Others have ideas about who we are.  But there is nothing like stressful situations to bring out the real you.  Then, who are you, under stress?

On May 9th, CNN reported that a woman had been tackled, dragged, and thrown into a pool, by a youth in a group of partygoers.  She suffered a number of contusions.  Nancy James, 68, is on the Board of Directors of Players Place Homeowners Association.  Seeing an unauthorized and noisy party in the pool area, Ms. James went into the pool area to ask the group to turn the volume down.  As she stepped through the gate, she was tackled from behind, then dragged and thrown into the water.  A number of partygoers took video of the entire sequence…

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Hold

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Hold

hold

Start – 5-minutes.

Hold me, Jesus.

Back when I was twenty-something, I drove across country and started a life on my own.

I was 19 years old.

Lived in a small rural town.

Was just starting to fall in love (with the man who I married).

And, a baby Christian.

I was alone.

I did have my grandmother and other relatives but I didn’t grow up knowing them.

It was a great time, I think because it was a time of stretching.

I remember one night a song on the radio.

Rich Mullins.

Hold me, Jesus.

“Hold, me Jesus. I’m shaking like a leaf. You have been King of my glory, Won’t you be my Prince of Peace.”

Tears filled my eyes.

My heart longed to be held.

The loneliness I felt, in the quiet of the night, far from the busyness I filled my life with, the Holy Spirit spoke to my heart.

I think it was the first time since becoming an awakened Christian (I accepted Jesus in 2nd grade but ACCEPTED Jesus in August ’93) that I felt the Holy Spirit envelop me in a love so strong it tore all the walls I built around myself.

No, Sara. You’re not tough.

No, Sara, you DO care.

No, Sara, you’re not okay with being alone.

Sara, I love you and I want to you REST right here in my arms.

End.

Read the full lyrics of Hold Me Jesus by Rich Mullins

Words that reach your deepest parts. The highlighted part rings true for me today.

I fight for something I don’t really want rather than take what God gives freely (that I need).

https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tjn5q7fenahdeu5tvxmppoexs5y?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-songlyrics&u=0#https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tjn5q7fenahdeu5tvxmppoexs5y?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-songlyrics&u=0#https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tjn5q7fenahdeu5tvxmppoexs5y?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-songlyrics&u=0#

Written by Richard Mullins • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol Christian Music Group

 

Story

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Story

story

Start.

We all have a story to tell, don’t we?

Are you afraid to tell it?

Afraid of judgment?

Yes, I know.

I fear the judgment of people.

I fear isolation.

I fear disappointment.

But, as I get older, the more I believe that our stories need to be told.

I think about the story of Creation, of Moses, of The Egyptians freedom, the Red Sea, Joshua and the Battle of Jericho, Rahab, Jesus, and the Resurrection.

Stories told, past on by others.

Stories I find hope and comfort in.

What part of my story (of your story) needs to be shared?

Is the hidden story of how you’ve struggled with addiction, through anger, through pornography addiction, through [insert your struggle here].

My story is my struggle with depression.

The fight of wanting to end my life.

The fight of wanting to run away from the responsibility of parenting, of marriage.

These are my big FIGHTS, my story.

I’ve hidden these true stories because I’ve been hurt when I do share.

BUT, God.

End.

172 Words.

But, God, is in my struggle.

He held/holds me.

He is actively presently healing me.

And, he, uses my ugly struggles, my story, to help others see light, see hope, see a way out, see a future, a life beyond the struggle OR life inside the struggle.

Hope

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Hope

hope

Start 5-minutes…

Hope.

Small word.

Big…

Can’t think of a word to explain the embodiment of the word.

Is it, universe?

No.

I’m reminded of Hebrews 11:1:

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

We all hope for things.

Right now with the world in a chaotic limbo

Everyone reaching out

Wondering how to fix it all

When it will all stop

What’s going on?

HOPE is what people grasp, trying to hold on, trying to make sense of it all.

Hope and Faith they go together, don’t you think?

Real hope is believing (the good and continue to believe) even if what you see right before your eyes is a mess.

Yesterday I stepped on the scale.

I was expecting a number – the same one I’ve seen for over a month now.

This even after I swore off “the scale”.

I had no hope of that number changing.

It changed.

10 pounds. (down direction)

I scoffed at the scale.

You liar.

There is no way I lost 10 pounds.

Disbelief.

So, what did I do?

I set out to prove it wrong.

I ate…

5-minutes.

192 Words.

 

 

 

Create

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Create

create

Start 5-minutes.

Creating with words is easy for me.

Oh, I’m not eloquent like others.

I make grammar mistakes. My thoughts are flighty and often incomprehensible.

I can’t get what’s in my heart into these clumsy fingertips.

But, I still create with words.

From the time I was a very young girl, stories lived inside.

Great places, exciting people, and magic. Always magic.

Imagination.

Creating an alternative world than the one I grew up in.

Rewriting the painful moments into new and hopeful ones.

I’m blessed with an active imagination which helps me create worlds free from pain.

But, early this year, God asked me to let it go.

To be more present.

To no longer hide within the creative worlds and realities, I made for myself.

To face what IS.

Kicking and screaming yet still submitting to his perfect will, I stop.

No, not all together. I’m not perfect. I have a very long way to go.

And no God is not a prude. He knows ME.

He knows why I live more in my creative imagination than in my reality.

He’s patient with me.

Stop.

I’m reminded of 2 Corinthians 10:5 KJV:

Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;

It strikes me, that not until last month did the full depth of this verse come to my consciousness.

You see, I always thought God didn’t want us to use our imaginations and being the stubborn girl I am, I held onto the only “sanity” I had – life within my imagination.

My imagination has saved me although probably the truth is God saved me by means of my imagination.

BUT, you see, it is imaginations and EVERY HIGH THING that exalts itself AGAINST THE KNOWLEDGE OF GOD.

That part bopped me over the head as I read it last month.

How many things do I allow to usurp God’s place in my mind, my life?

The second part of that verse is what God is working on with me lately.

“bringing into captivity EVERY THOUGHT to the obedience of Christ”

I’m 45 years old. I’ve lived practically 43 of those years in my imagination especially when reality was not what I wanted it to be.

It’s a painful truth, but God knew I was strong enough now to face it. It saddens me all the REAL life I missed but you know, GOD, he is in the business of renewal. He raised his son JESUS from dead after all.

Magic. No, not magic, that’s for the imagination.

Magnificant Power! Yes, exactly.

Worship

Dear Reader,

This month I’m participating in 31 days of Five Minute Friday Prompts.
Each day has a single word prompt and I’ll write for 5-minutes. It’s a great way to practice my writing. ^_^
Today’s word is…

Worship

August
Start.

Walking in nature.
Sitting on the back porch.
Listening to birds.
Watching squirrels jump trees.
The slow calculated steps of the neighborhood cat.
Birds flying south for the winter in perfect arrow formation.
A mathematically perfect spider web glistening in the sun.
Gentle breezes across your face.
A smile.
An unexpected kindness.
An infant’s smile.
A toddler’s curiosity.
The unwavering faith of a child.
I love you, Mom.
I understand I forgive you, Mom.
You’re here, thanks, Mom.
Music.
Keith Green.
Michael Card.
Ginny Owens.
Julie True.
John Michael Talbot.
Selah.
Laura Story.
Thank you.
I love you, God.
End.

100 words.

This post is part of #write31days and #fiveminutefriday

51 Ways To Procrastinate Productively

Just enjoyed reading this post because I totally relate. Now I can procrastinate #productively ^_^

Gateway For The (Not So) Average College Girl.

Guys, you will never BELIEVE what made me write this post. 

Can you guess? No? Okay.

I’m procrastiwaitforitnating! (How I Met Your Mother Reference, what upppppp)

Yes, believe it or not, I practice whatever I preach in this blog, and today I will be doing one of the things that I’ll be suggesting in this post (namely, writing for this blog, because it’s liberating, it’s fun and productive!). 

IMG_0799.jpgBeing a college student, it is from the regular routine to do a few things; eating, sleeping, going to class, going to 

work, club meetings, hanging out with friends (if you are lucky that is), gymming, aaaaaand repeating everything all over again. Then there are things that are not essential to college students but that everyone else still does, and that, my friends, is procrastination.

For those of you superhumans-geniuses-future Nobel prize winners who do…

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The Place I’d Rather Be

Today is Five Minute Friday! That means I’m linking up with Kate Motaung and other community members.

What is Five Minute Friday?

Each Friday our community free writes for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This week the word is PLACE.

Start your timer for 5-minutes (you use this one) and type away. After, visit the Five Minute Friday blog and drop your link in the linky. Visit other writers, leave and comment and share on social media.

Five minute Friday - Place [Linky and writing community)http://fiveminutefriday.com/2017/08/10/place-to-land/
FiveMinuteFriday – PLACE
Let’s get started…

GO.

The place I’d rather be is not earthly, it’s heavenly. It may sound odd or morbid but really it’s not.

I believe I’m a spirit living in this human body. This means I know (and believe) that all that we see isn’t all there is.

There are energies and beings that our eyes can’t see.

We often talk of heaven as a place where God and his angels live. True, but do you think it might be more?

If heaven is our home, what might that place be like?

If you read the Bible, you get glimpses of it, but I’m not even sure that is even touching what the reality of it is.

We’re human so we see, taste, smell, feel, and hear to know our surroundings. Much of the Bible is written with this in mind.

Do you think the place – heaven is literal?

Do you think it is a state of mind?

Do you think that it’s a place where all people eventually go or do you also believe in the place called hell?

Place.

We all desire a place of beauty, peace, enjoyment, adventure, and [insert your desire here].

STOP.

Do you think heaven is that place? or Have you found such a place on earth?

Right now, even if I’d rather be in the place I imagine heaven to be, I’m content here on earth with those I love.

What happens when the ones I love are gone? I’ll face it, won’t I? I’m sure my desire for heaven will also increase.

Dear Reader, what are your thoughts on heaven? or What comes to mind when you hear the word Place? Share in the comments below. Please share with your friends if you think this might benefit them.

Sara D.

Linking up with #FiveMinuteFriday, #FreshMarketFriday, #DancingwithJesus, #porchstories

Could Trump Be Right?

I didn’t mean to do it.

I read a post because the title caught my eye.

Political Correctness Gone Awry or Perhaps Trump Got Something Right

Don’t you want to click it out of curiosity?

Same here. So, I left a comment.

A long comment.

An opinionate comment.

Here’s why…

Dr. Allison Brown starts by saying…

The way I see it, political correctness is a (well-intentioned) way to regulate speech – to prevent people from hurting each other with their words.

Sounds good right?

Who wouldn’t want to prevent pain?

Dr. Brown goes on to say…

The problem is, no matter how hard we try, we can’t legislate morality! We will never change hearts through the rule of (man’s) law.

 

And…

I can’t strong-arm you into being a “good” person, and truthfully, I shouldn’t want to.

She goes on to explain why suppressing speech is dangerous. Go ahead Now, Read The Full Post (before you read my thoughts)

My Thoughts on Political Correctness in the Trump Era

In today’s political climate, using the word “Trump” triggers people. Some will shut down others resort to violence.

I’m not even sure if what they are fighting for or fearful of is real or simply their perception.

LOVE trumps everything and I really mean Love from the heart (for all humanity). Accepting people as people even with opposing views, cultures, lifestyles (simply because they are part of humanity).

Love at ALL times (my life motto) means loving even the ugliness. NO, not condoning it (if someone is beating someone it needs to be stopped not encouraged) but realizing they have the right to their voice – at least in America.

Again, if Trump kicked out the Congress, called in the National Guard, and ordered them to do half the things he is being accused of (getting rid of everyone with darker skin) – YES, it totally makes sense to revolt. Actually, it’s your responsibility as a citizen.

America has done it in the past. And if necessary, should do it again during a real dictatorship. (again, I don’t think Americans fully grasp what that term means [in action] because of the Freedom we’ve lived under for so long)

The thing about America is that it was one of the safest places to express ideas. It is no longer.

Think back to China when students expressed ideas opposing the government system (democratic) – they were shot down and killed for expressing their voice. (Tiananmen Square protests of 1989)

What was the result? the silencing of the people. They went back into hiding (as you [Dr. Allison Brown] said).

It doesn’t get rid of them, it just hides them for a little while until it boils over again.

Because Americans have been fed the Freedom (basically, I can do what I want, it’s a free country) “kool-aid” so long, you can’t outright censor speech, media, books, etc.

That saying alone is ridiculous as you must account for the repercussions of your actions [locally, nationally, and globally.] When does your “right” start to interfere with my “right”? And, who decides [which “right” is right]?

You have to come at it from a different angle [in America]and let them (citizens) fight for the right to be censored.

I’ll leave you with this song:

It Don’t Make Sense If You Can’t Make Peace” by Willy Dixon (wisdom)

This comment (my words) first appeared on DrAllisonBrown.com.

Five Minute Friday – Blessing

Blessings of friends and nature.

water into wine

Five Minute Friday  – written on a Saturday, posted on a Sunday  but it still works the same way. Prompt word, five minutes, just write. No overthinking, no over editing

This weeks prompt word BLESSING

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Well theres been a few this week.

There were late starts at work and a drive up the  mountain with friends on Friday  and almost getting blown away but oh my goodness this view.
 
And I remember I get to live  here and  look at this. The best bit though was picking up where  I left off with old friends not seen in forever but we chatted like it was yesterday and there are fewer things as precious in life as good and faithful friends who take you just the way you are no matter what.  And I had to take this warts and all selfie because I wanted to remember the moment we…

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