Fear is a weapon. It is being used to motivate and manipulate people. In the age we live in with mass media and all types of fast means of conveying information, fear seems to be most effective in getting groups of people to do what another group wants. Over the last few years in theContinue reading “On Fear: Gaining Victory Over Sinful Fear”
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Don’t Waste Your Trauma! (Part 5)
A great comfort to me when I consider affliction and hardships is how God uses all things for good.
Don’t Waste Your Trauma! (Part 4)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, God works both good things and bad things for the good of His people. Let us look at Romans 8. “We know that all things work together for the good of those who love God, who are called according to his purpose. For those he foreknew he also predestinedContinue reading “Don’t Waste Your Trauma! (Part 4)”
Don’t Waste Your Trauma (Pt 3)
Trauma is difficult to define. For one thing trauma and it’s effects can be very subjective. Trauma is defined by Merriam-Webster as “A very difficult or unpleasant experience that causes someone to have mental or emotional problems.” Honestly, that could mean anything and is in many ways completely subjective. So what do we do with trauma?
Don’t Waste Your Trauma!
A month ago I was digging in my tool box and my finger ran across a moderately dull blade. I felt it grind against my skin and into my finger. I immediately yanked my hand back and put pressure on it, cleaned it and bandaged it. However, it was a pretty deep cut and eventually scarred my finger. The other day I was reading to my children and I felt the same sensation of the blade running across my hand, it was as if I was back in the garage digging through the tool box. Even though my hand is healed my mind remembers the experience.
When The Night Won’t Cease
You may have fought the enemy by Land, Sea or Air. You may hold numerous degrees in combatology and Hardknocks. You may pride yourself on being the “Tip of the Spear.” Yet the trouble has come to you. Your night is disrupted, your sleep ruptured by the cry of death, by the memories of teammates lost and friends killed.