Tunnel Vision

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Today as I walked into worship I ran smack into old feelings of being that left out girl in junior high. You know…the feeling of knowing everyone else but you was invited to THE sleepover of the year. My instance was really lame and there was no reason why I should feel left out and lame. But I did and it inturrupted my worship for the next ten minutes.

 

We all get side tracked by hurt feelings and people just being plain mean. Your co-worker might have snagged that interview for the promotion you dearly wanted. Your girlfriends might have forgotten to invite you to the last girl’s night out and you read all about on Facebook. You might have heard someone talking about you while in the lady’s room and they didn’t know you were in the next stall. Whatever… these things hurt and they side track us.

Today I propose we develop tunnel vision.

 

 

Let us focus not on our hurt heart, but instead on WHO heals our hurts and what really matters in life. The opinions of others, at the end of the day, really don’t matter. Our identity is not dependant on what invitation we did or did not receive. Let’s live our lives complete focus on our King and our eternal purpose…not the fleeting hurts and missed opportunities.

 

If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. 2 Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. 3For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. {Colossians 3:1-3 ESV}

 

How will you live with Tunnel vision today? Let me know in the comments section!

One BAD Day

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Bad days are just part of life. I usually take them in stride and move on. However, yesterday was ONE BAD DAY that locked me in a pressure cooker about to explode at any minute.

 

After attempting to work out to alleviate the stress, (a KILLER Jillian Michaels workout, btw) I decided a glass of wine would do the trick. One glass turned into two, which turned into half a bottle by the time I wobbled to bed. You better believe that the cotton mouth and the headache this morning served as a strong reminder that pouring the wine to wring out stress only adds to a guilty conscience the next morning. Continue Reading »»