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Hi you! How's it been? (life that is, lolz).

On my part, everything's been just dandy! #britishaccent. I'm taking my final exams for this semester and i'm just so excited about what i already KNOW my results looking like. D'you ever get that feeling? Like you just know something you've only ever dreamed for has practically fallen right in your lap? Well, that's how i feel at present. ^_^

Second on my list of updates are my many online doings. I've got two blogs (as ya'll already know); this one and the wordpress one, i think i even shared a link to it on some previous post....or not??? Either way this is it: Loud Letters~ | Words from the heart…imitating Art.. It's just poetry...as is my account at Writer's cafe of which i'm very excited about! Kwiksie Ifediora | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community. You could check them out whenever you MAKE time, and do tell me what you think ok? ^_^

On other matters/topics, i was reading my devotional today (my email one) and there was this lovely piece i thought i should share (again) with my wonderful blogspot fam. <3 It's basically on how we let current happenings trigger off some wierd reactions from previous crappy events that might've occurred in our lives and i think that sometimes happens to the best of us. Come to think of it, it's kinda associated with one or two principles i've learned in psychology (#showoff moment, hehe). Anyhow, hope it blesses you.

Is My Pain Talking?

We take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. — 2 Corinthians 10:5

Thought for the Day: Our Lord doesn’t whisper shameful condemnations.

Have you ever been in a situation where something little felt really big? Maybe a look from someone that suddenly makes you feel they don’t like you at all. Or when someone doesn’t return your phone call and you feel like it’s an indication that you’re not important.

Usually these things aren’t true. The look was just a look with no hidden meaning. The missed phone call was just a slip on that person’s to-do list. But if we’re not careful, those misguided feelings can create issues that distract us, discourage us, and trigger past pain to start taunting us.

It happened to me on a certain Friday. My sister, Angee, and I got up at 3:00 a.m. and were in line at a certain retail establishment thirty minutes later. I know. I agree. That’s crazy. But like a hunter stalking prey, I was after something. In this case, the buy-one-get-one-free washer and dryer. Angee was after a half-priced computer.

When the store doors opened at 5:00 a.m., we both scored. Happiness abounded. Then we left to get some breakfast. This is the part of the story where the happiness faded.

In the drive-thru, my credit card was “not approved.”

Let me get this straight. It was used at the store just five minutes ago when I made a major purchase. But now for a little two-dollar bundle of egg, cheese, Canadian bacon, and English muffin, suddenly I’mnot approved?

Not approved.

Not approved.

Ouch.

My sister wasn’t fazed a bit. She whipped out cash, paid for my breakfast, and headed to the next store on our list. But those words “not approved” hung like a black cloud over my head. It bothered the stink out of me. I knew it was just some technical glitch, but that’s not what it felt like.

When that girl leaned out of the drive-thru window and in a hushed tone said, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but your card keeps coming back rejected,” it felt personal.

Really personal.

Suddenly, my past pain and current embarrassment started running its mouth inside my head. You’re nothing but a loser. You are unwanted. You are unloved. You are so disorganized. You are poor. You are not acceptable. And all that pent-up yuck came spewing out on my kids later that afternoon.

I wish I could tie up this story in a nice bow and give you a pretty ending, but I can’t. It was anything but pretty. I felt awful. And I went to bed wondering if the Lord Himself might come down and say, “Lysa TerKeurst, I have had enough of your immature reactions. You are no longer approved to be a Bible study teacher. Look at you!”

But that’s not the Lord’s voice. Our Lord doesn’t whisper shameful condemnations. Convictions, yes. Condemnations, no.

As I stared wide-eyed into the darkness that enveloped the room, I whispered, “Give me Your voice, Jesus. I need to hear You above all this mess. If I don’t hear You, I’m afraid this darkness is going to swallow me alive.” Nothing came. I couldn’t hear a thing.

So I had a choice. I could lie there in the dark replaying the awful events of the day, or I could turn the light on and read God’s Word — His truth — which is the best thing to do when lies are swarming and attacking like a bunch of bloodthirsty mosquitoes. Lies flee in the presence of truth. And while reading God’s truth that night didn’t change the fact that I needed to make things right with my kids the next day, it sure did give me the courage to do so.

Dear Lord, please drown out the other voices . . . please hush them . . . and speak. I want to hear You above all the noise. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Alright people, have an amazing friday and enjoy the rest of your weekend! :)

xxx, kwiksie~