If ignorance is bliss, fuck bliss
""I believe that my life's gonna see the love I give returned to me."
If ignorance is bliss, fuck bliss
How great would life be if it was just like
"Hey I like you"
“I like you, too.”
And then you’re together
Today in my counseling class we talked about how to work with trauma victims. Is it helpful to expose these victims to the traumatic stimulus? Is it better to let them repress memories and emotions?
We were given the analogy of a traumatic experience as a physical injury.
Say you have a scrape on your knee. You could put a bandaid on it immediately and let it heal itself with time. When you choose this route, you’ve got a higher risk of infection in the scrape. Or,
You could clean out the scrape right when it happens and then put the bandaid on it. The peroxide and ointment will sting, but the risk of infection during healing will be better in the long-run.
Food for thought.
girl in pink with skinny chicken legs but a fat booty
girl in brown using her hands to help her booty flow in the same motion as her hands
the boy who top half aint moving at all but his bottom part is on fire he is the twerk master
then the girl scratching her coochie on the right
fuck this gif is just too good
i seriously can’t
girl in brown is conducting the orchestra.
ahahhhahah these damn comments
My mind is racing and my thoughts are disorganized but I need to tell this story. The last 48 hours were the most emotional hours of my life. Before I get into that, I need to give a little bit of background.
I think every believer goes through that doubting phase. My phase was when I was a freshman in high school. I felt like I had a lot on my plate, and depression was very real. It’s hard to understand God when you’re in a rough place. Although I wish I could block it out, one particular night sticks in my mind. I don’t remember much, but I remember telling my dad I didn’t want to live anymore. Like any parent, he was really scared, but he still managed to remind me to pray. At the time, I didn’t understand what that prayer would do for me. The next day it rained all day, and I felt God’s presence. It isn’t something that can be explained; it’s a feeling you must experience to understand. Life got better, and I met some awesome people including my best friend Drew. I know a lot of people who hated high school but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Great times with great people.
I went off to college, and I loved it. I made some new friends and kept my old friends. I earned some good grades, too. But something was missing. Looking back, I know it was a relationship with God. I hit rock bottom a couple different times freshman year, and my dad would just remind me to pray. After each night of panic followed by prayer, God sent rain. It’s actually incredible how that works. I think God has a special way of communicating with everyone.
Now for a little bit more about Drew. I knew who he was before high school. After all, he was in my kindergarten class and then on my gymnastics team in middle school. Photography class first semester of sophomore year was what brought us together. We both went to Young Life, and I thought it was really cool that he loved Jesus. We grew very close throughout high school, and by senior year we were stoked to go off to IU together.
When we got to IU, everything changed. His priorities shifted, and he seemed to completely fall out of everyone’s lives. To say I was sad would be an understatement. Most people were able to brush it off and let it go, but I couldn’t. I fought for our friendship and got nothing in return. We couldn’t have a conversation without fighting. We would go months without speaking, and he didn’t seem to care one bit.
Sophomore year came around and I was still fighting. Fall semester 2012, I am convinced God was showing me my strength. I lost my godfather to suicide, and almost lost my own life when my hemoglobin levels got down to 5. Through all of this, I still maintained my grades and friendships. Most importantly, I maintained my relationship with God. I remember one specific night, I was questioning why I was still trying with Drew. I was tired of people calling my stupid for sticking around, and I really needed answers. I remember asking him to send me a sign to keep trying. When I woke up the next morning, it was raining. I remember thinking “this is just a coincidence.” I was sitting in finite around noon, and I got a text from Drew asking if I was okay. This was the first text I’d received from him in weeks. It’s crazy how God works, right?
Soooo, I kept going. I kept fighting for that friendship because I felt like that’s what God was calling me to do. It’s junior year now, and this is where the real story begins.
This school year, I saw some positive changes in Drew. He was making more of an effort to be my friend, and I liked that. But our friendship was still struggling. Just last week, I felt like giving up completely. After two years of giving 100% and receiving 10%, you get tired. I was done. Like always, I prayed about it. The next night, he texted me. I decided I would give it one last chance. We sat down and had an incredible two hour talk. Even though he did not believe in God, I explained all of the times I’ve felt like giving up and how God told me not to. After listening to me he told me that made him question his beliefs. That brought me a sense of peace. We ended our conversation on a positive note, and I told him we would hang out over Thanksgiving break.
Sunday around noon, I received a phone call from his mother saying he was in an accident and in the hospital. She told me he kept asking to see me. In a panic, I rushed to the hospital. He had spent the night outside with no coat, and an angel on earth found him minutes from death. It truly is a miracle he is alive, and he is fully aware of that. I went to visit him yesterday, and he told me he wants to develop a relationship with God. He told me he is ready to start a new chapter with God and the people who care about him. We both cried lots and lots of happy tears.
Today I received this text.
"I just realized I was asking God for a sign just this past weekend that he is there and I think this accident was his way of telling me He is there. I feel so blessed and finally happy. Thank you for your support Jenna I can never ever thank you enough. You are my angel on earth and I will always love you for that. God bless you."
Again, I cried lots and lots of happy tears. I now understand why God challenged me these past two-three years. I am so thankful I decided to ignore so many people’s opinions of Drew and follow God’s plan instead. I am so ready for his future to unfold.
ONE LAST THING:
My best friend Zoe reads a daily devotion. Last night’s devotion read:
Ephesians 2: 4-5. But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ- by grace, you have been saved.
God is so good. Happy Thanksgiving.