Lemme Just Rant.
My parents are so fickle.
Being fickle and joking about whether or not a child is gonna have to move out of the house is ridiculous. Not funny. Not nice. Poop heads.
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My parents are so fickle.
Being fickle and joking about whether or not a child is gonna have to move out of the house is ridiculous. Not funny. Not nice. Poop heads.
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I’ve been thinking a lot about the parable of the Prodigal Son. For a few different reasons, I suppose. More on this later.
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I do. I really really do.
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Definition: Contrary to what most people think, an introvert is not simply a person who is shy. In fact, being shy has little to do with being an introvert! Shyness has an element of apprehension, nervousness and anxiety, and while an introvert may also be shy, introversion itself is not shyness. Basically, an introvert is a person who is energized by being alone and whose energy is drained by being around other people.
Introverts are more concerned with the inner world of the mind. They enjoy thinking, exploring their thoughts and feelings. They often avoid social situations because being around people drains their energy. This is true even if they have good social skills. After being with people for any length of time, such as at a party, they need time alone to “recharge.”
When introverts want to be alone, it is not, by itself, a sign of depression. It means that they either need to regain their energy from being around people or that they simply want the time to be with their own thoughts. Being with people, even people they like and are comfortable with, can prevent them from their desire to be quietly introspective.
Being introspective, though, does not mean that an introvert never has conversations. However, those conversations are generally about ideas and concepts, not about what they consider the trivial matters of social small talk.
Introverts make up about 60% of the gifted population but only about 25-40% of the general population.Very interesting :)
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I am bothered. I have been saving up a collection of sorts of blogs that I have been meaning to post but don’t get around to it. Frankly, I am just too busy to think straight.
I wonder: What exactly is it that makes one stop caring? If they stop caring, maybe they don’t really care in the first place? And if it was true care that was lost, is it re-gainable? This has a lot to do with friendships and relational matters, I suppose.
I know what it is. It’s really my sickening independence that always keeps me at a nice arms length from anybody, at first. Then my desperate need for attention and confirmation makes me pull a person in, a little further into my facade just so I can have some bend at the elbows to push then right back out of my life. It’s disgusting that I function like that.
Do I really care for people. Do I? Because I have a hard time letting them go once I’ve pushed hard enough that they don’t want to come back. But I sure cant seem to get enough of the pushing. Is that caring?
I feel terribly broken.
The future. I am so afraid of what is to come. In 45 days I meet my doom. High school graduation. The day my parents say I’m out of the house. The other 480something kids in my class are more than ready for that day. But the countdowns only serve as a reminder that my only security after high school is that I will end up somewhere doing something. God will provide for me, I say that. Regardless of my lack of college plans or career goals, I keep saying God will provide.
Saying is one thing.
Faith is another.
Oh, how sweet God is to me when I seek His words.
Sadly, I am so unfamiliar with the Bible, friends. I am so unfamiliar with His voice. I tiptoe into scripture and whisper timidly my prayers. 16 years of my life I spent ignoring God altogether. It was quite a bad habit to form.
I know that I have peace in Him. I know that I am loved and am in a secure family. I have the Father that will not abandon me. There is a will and purpose for my life that I need to seek and follow on a daily basis. These things I know.
For the people that read this, please allow my name to creep in to your prayers. I think I may desperately need peace and patience.
I am terribly broken.
—Matt Chandler, Sex, Money & Other Good Things Gone Bad (via carissatong)
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That’s my King!
This really happens!!!!
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This is absolutely fantastic and relevant to anyone regardless of vocation.
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