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.
Parents often believe that their children are special. Many even have collections of heartwarming stories to prove it. Well, Jesus’ parents had WAY more. From the angelic annunciation of his birth to stellar signs in the sky, it was clear to mom and dad that their boy had a big call on his life.
Life is a game — at least that’s how I view it. It’s not like hide and seek, although there’s definitely some of that at times. It’s more like a fast-paced full-contact sport whose rule book consists of 4 different languages and mathematical equations. Oh and it’s your turn to take the field. Good luck!
If you’re anything like me, you often hit a creative block when beginning a new project. Some people call this the blank canvas syndrome. It happens when you are faced with a clean slate that has an infinite number of possibilities, and your mind scatters a thousand directions.