In the 19th century, the smallest of surgeries was a death sentence. That’s because surgeons didn’t think it was important to sterilize instruments or even wash their hands. They didn’t believe invisible-to-the-eye bacteria could do any real damage to the human body.
I hope everyone is safe, calm and not financially affected by this pandemic. It’s unbelievable how quickly and drastically everything changed . . . everywhere. It’ll probably be a while before we could put into words what we’re all thinking and feeling right now.
I’m going to try expressing one of my thoughts on this.
No matter how many times broccoli is cut down into smaller pieces, each piece will always resemble the larger whole from which it came. In physics these pieces are called fractals, and their uncanny resemblance to each other is called self-similarity.
We judge others by their actions. Yet most actions start as mere desires. And it’s a lot harder to judge someone for a desire, isn’t it?
Getting the girl, getting the job, getting the right reputation—my entire life was all about the “getting”. I was on a continuous conquest of everything I thought I needed for happiness. But after getting comes stewarding, and that’s where my problem began.
I’ve dealt with anxiety for as long as I can remember, but to this day I struggle describing it. It’s as if someone dropped a boulder on my chest; but it’s not only that. It’s also a sudden surge of restlessness followed by paranoid feeling that everyone can see something is wrong with me. It’s awkward, unsettling and also incredibly confusing. How could I be totally fine one moment and then be super anxious the next when nothing around me changed?
I’ve always heard it said not to touch someone’s dog while its eating. It may get aggressive. Well, last October I put that theory to the test. My wife and I were at her grandfather’s house in Ukraine. Seeing as ADT doesn’t have a strong presence in rural Ukraine, guard dogs are quite popular. Naturally, my wife’s grandfather also had one of these dog. I know what you’re thinking, “no way you tested that theory out on a guard dog”. Yes way.
How accurate are our memories? I was recently reminiscing about a string of difficult circumstances from a few years ago. I remembered how lost and unsure I felt about certain decisions I was making. As I thought about it some more, those same unpleasant sensations that tormented me then, flooded me once again. Suddenly I felt stressed, confused and discouraged. I started talking to God about it.
During the brutal 1941 winter that hindered Nazi Germany’s invasion of Moscow, my grandmother — who lived in the Soviet Union — converted to the Christian faith. Seeing as indoor baptisms weren’t common in those days, she was baptized outside in some icy body of water. Whenever she told that story, she would say that the water felt nice and warm.
I’m an internal processor with a vivid imagination, so daydreams are my treat! I love visualizing the future. I often see myself going on adventures, reaching goals and building a healthy family together with my wife. I imagine lavishing my future children with love, wisdom and provision. These dreams motivate me to work and grow so that one day I could be a blessing to both my kids and the subsequent generations to follow.