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.’

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Claiming Christ’s Authority

It seems like every day I learn more and more that it is one thing to have the head knowledge of a Christian, but it is another thing entirely to live it out day to day. This happened to me again this past December.

I was under a heavy spiritual attack about a month ago. It was nothing like I had ever experienced, and it scared me. I didn’t know what to do, how to pray or protect myself. I would put on the Armor of God, but I did not know how to step into the authority of being a Child of God. I was truly terrified and I didn’t know how to overcome my fear. With help from my parents and my grandma, I gradually began to understand what type of power I have as God’s daughter. I read Psalms 90 almost every day, and as I read it I was able to take the promises God makes and believe and accept them for myself. I began to understand how ready God is to protect me, and I needed to trust that He would protect me despite how I may feel on any given day.

But most importantly, I learned how to step into the authority I have as a Child of God. I’ve learned not to give the Devil an inch when I rebuke him. I learned that Jesus gave me the same authority that He has (Mark 16:17-18), and when I use it I don’t ask, beg or plead; I command in Jesus’ name for freedom and deliverance. I now know that I don’t have to wait on God to give me authority or permission to act in authority. It has already been given to me; I just had to accept it. Now that I have, the way I face the enemy and the world is going to be very different.

I Have Been Changed for Good…Thank You

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I hope you all had a wonderful day, wherever you spent it. Today was a particularly special day because I got to spend it with my family while we played games and ate some really good food!! Before we ate, my uncle suggested that we go around and say something that we’re thankful for from this past year. I wanted to share mine with you all. : )

I’m super thankful that I was able to come home for Thanksgiving and spend it with my immediate family as well as some very special extended family. There isn’t a big enough word to describe how fiercely I love my family. They’re supportive, loving, kind, and funny, and they clearly love God with all their hearts. I’m also thankful for my major. I am so blessed to be going to a school where I can learn about film and visual storytelling and be encouraged by my professors to continue to discover and follow my passions. I never thought visual storytelling would be for me, but now I can’t imagine doing anything else. I am so blessed.

I’m also thankful for my wonderful roommates. They can make me laugh on my worst days, they take care of me when I get sick and give me grace when I forget to do my chores on time (sorry girls!). We are there for one another every single day, and I know God has blessed our apartment. I’m also thankful for all my friends who have stood by me through good times and bad. These are the friends who will go on crazy, random weekend adventures with me, who will take my calls and talk on the phone with me for hours after we’ve already mentioned that we have to keep it short because we’re so busy, and friends who encourage me in my relationship with Jesus, inspire me, and challenge me to be a better person every single day.

To all of you who have influenced my life: I thank you, and am thankful for you.

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.