Five Minute Friday: Hero

A hero is someone you look up to, admire and want to emulate. They come in all shapes and forms from everyday people to celebrities to superheroes. We all are attracted to heroes for different reasons. Maybe your hero came from a rough background and managed to escape from it, or maybe you hero faces moral dilemmas, or maybe you hero lives the life we want to live, or maybe your heroes are everyday people-like your parents. Some people make themselves the hero of their own lives, believing they can accomplish everything and anything they put their mind to.

There are risks with having a hero. They can fail you. They can let you down when you need them the most proving they are not as wonderful as we once thought. Having a hero is a dangerous thing because of the hurt it can cause us when we least expect it. We have learned to be careful who we put our hope and trust into because anyone could let us down.

There is one person who has yet to let me down in my life. He is always there to comfort me and protect me. I don’t always understand what my hero does or why He does it, but I do know that He has my best interests at heart. The beautiful thing is that I know He will never fail me, though I may fail and distrust Him many times over. He still loves me no matter what I do or where I am. He’s my superhero, and when I grow up I want to be just like Him.

Another Five Minute Friday post! We write whatever comes to mind and is on our hearts for 5-10 minutes with no editing. Check out Lisa-Jo’s page for other thoughts on the word ‘Hero.’

I Recognize Myself in Celebrities

What is there to say that hasn’t been said already? People have already written so responses to the VMAs that my head is spinning. Some I agree with, and some I don’t. But I do know I don’t despise anyone for the choices they made there. Instead, my heart simply breaks for them.

Why would it break? I can promise you it’s not because I think I’m better because I’m in my little corner where I’ve done nothing bad in my life (which isn’t true, just to be clear). My heart breaks for them because I remember. I remember life before Jesus. I remember the need to do my own thing so people respect me. I remember the desire to be loved but not stopping to ask myself how do I let that happen? How do I let down the walls around my heart so I can experience love? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I was happy to do my own thing while assuring people that I was following Christ.

I remember when I finally found the courage to stop running and ask God and myself the tough questions. Why? Why do I feel this way? I thought everything was supposed to be better after my “conversion” in 8th grade. Why do I care about what people say about me? Why do I always try to impress them? I want to be me. I wanted so desperately to be the “real me,” but I had no clue who the real me was. If I didn’t know who I was, how can I be real?

I remember reaching rock bottom.

Not many people have reached rock bottom. The way you get there is always different, but you know it when you’ve reached it.

Rock bottom is lonely, and you have no sense of direction to know where you should go next, what you should do to get out. Your only thought is how wretched you are. You see yourself, your real self, for the first time.

In my moment of horror of my wretched self, I remember how God immediately came to my side and told me He loved me. He loved me! That’s all He said, and He said it again, and again, and again!

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Those three words were the only things that drew me out of rock bottom. I did nothing. I could do nothing to pull myself out from the pit I was in. All I could do was sit and soak in God’s love for me.

When I watch people breakout in anger against celebrities, I can’t join them. How I live my life is all I should focus on, not how they live theirs.

Sometimes, though, I do wonder if there’s anything I can do to help. I’m just a girl from Northern Virginia who’s been living in Kentucky for the past three years, what can I do? And God reminds me that all I can do is pray. And since I already know I can’t do anything, I let the God who can do something act.